My heart is led by thinking, looking for a forgotten innocence in my childhood memory. I still remember holding a five-color watercolor pen and painting all kinds of little people on the snow-white wall at home. Little people's hair is either golden or brown, and they all have big eyes that occupy half of their faces, and the corners of their mouths are all raised without exception. I was proud and naive at that time. When I was in kindergarten, I went to every class to tell stories and said angrily to my mother, "I don't want to go to Harvard, I want to go to Cambridge." Adults will laugh, but not ridicule. Thought of here, suddenly smiled, as if something in the body suddenly woke up.
My heart was led by thinking, and I went to the primary school classroom to find the stubbornness that I used to be proud of. I still remember fighting with my classmates in class to prove whether the "boat" is left or right. When I was in the sixth grade, I was wronged by the teacher in class and shouted desperately, "Not me, not me!" " "The teacher made me cry, but I don't want to apologize. I look down on exam-oriented education in my heart and read Zheng's book in the class of the head teacher; Math class completed those questions with the fastest speed, and then began my endless thinking and hesitation; Talk back to the English teacher and stop talking to her, but I know every English text by heart, and my exam results are always proud to look around. Now that I think about it, I think I did something wrong, but I look stupid. What I am looking for may not be stubbornness, but a kind of growth.
My heart was led by thinking and came to today's campus to find a reason to move forward bravely. After a long time, I have fallen into a strange situation, and the self-confidence accumulated over a long period of time will sometimes sink deeper. Go to the library at night and borrow a lot of books to read. After finishing my homework, I looked at Zhou's prose blankly. On the weekend, I spent two or three hours watching Tess leave her class of 96 alumni, but I didn't feel wasted. Occasionally in high spirits, I borrowed a high school physics book to study and discussed the atomic bomb with my teacher. Walking on campus, observing all kinds of plants and silently remembering the shapes of their leaves. The dream in my heart suddenly stopped wandering (deleted) and suddenly fell in love with this life. Childhood words seem to be no longer just a sentence, I can find them, maybe I can find them!
When everything around me is hesitating, my world suddenly becomes firm (deleted). I think maybe I have found something, maybe I was innocent and won't disappear, maybe the so-called stubbornness came into being in another way, and maybe I never need a reason to move forward. Never complain, because you just do your best. If you want to find it, try your best. The footsteps in your heart are still on the road, maybe it has found its way!