Near the east window, sat a young PLA soldier. Sweat-soaked white military uniform tightly wrapped his strong and symmetrical body. His handsome face, white and reddish, shines like paint. Two black and thin eyebrows, rising strongly, will reach the top before bending and forming. A pair of eyes, dark and big, like ripe grapes, scanned the carriage full of sweat and snoring shrewdly and alertly. His right hand naturally reached under the skirt, and his sweaty palm gently held the small pistol at his waist. I learned fantasy, experienced extraordinary adventures and created great achievements. Because there are too many difficult days in life, this fantasy is of great benefit to me, and I gradually mature in it. I don't expect outside help or luck, but my tenacious will is gradually cultivated. The more difficult my living conditions are, the more powerful and resourceful I feel. I knew at a very young age that people grow up in the struggle with their surroundings. Look, here she comes, light and elegant, like the morning glow fluttering in the wind. However, her eyes revealed the hypocrisy in her heart. In his dark eyes, the arrogance of a pretentious madman flashed. Sometimes a short hunchback freak comes to see him. He has an upturned foot, a thick pair of glasses on his swollen nose, gray hair and a sly smile of castrated Christians on his yellow face. A pale, dark dawn without the sun crept through the layers of dark clouds carefully and difficultly. It dyed the river lead gray, showing the two yellow bushes of the river, the rust-like forest river and its dark green branches, the archived farmhouse and the figure of a farmer. He seems to be carved from huge stones. A water gull flapped the barge with its curved wings. I stood at the stern and watched her leaning against the railing of the dock, drawing a cross with one hand and wiping her face with the other hand with a worn shawl. Her black eyes are shining and full of irresistible love for people. I have decided that I want to study in Kazan University. I made up my mind that I would go to college anyway! My idea of going to college was inspired by a middle school student named Nikolai Yevrinov. He has gentle eyes like a woman, a beautiful face and an egg. He is a pleasant young man. At that time, he lived in our attic. Because he often saw me reading, he paid attention to me, so we met soon. Not long after we met, Eflin decided that I was "gifted in scientific research". 9 "You were born for scientific research!" He told me smartly, shaking his long mane. 10 at that time, I didn't understand at all that a small family could contribute to scientific research. But Eflin's took pains to prove to me that what the university really needs is people like me. Of course, it tells the story of Heller lomonosov. He also said that when he arrived in Kazan, he could stay at his home and finish his secondary school in autumn and winter, and then he could take the exam "casually" (please note that he said "casually"! ) I can apply for a grant to go to college. After about five years, I will be a "cultural person". No wonder it is so easy to listen to him. After all, he is still an inexperienced 19-year-old boy with a bodhisattva heart.