The world is waiting for me to change.

The dream I want to dream is never afraid of being seen by others.

I can do it here.

Laughing loudly makes you and me shoulder to shoulder.

……

I believe I am who I am. I believe tomorrow.

I believe that youth has no horizon.

On the beach at sunset, on the busy street.

It is the most beautiful paradise in my heart.

I believe in freedom. I believe in hope. "

My daughter sang "I believe" early in the morning. Familiar melodies and familiar lyrics brought Juanzi back to senior three who was nervous and depressed twenty years ago.

Juanzi, it's time for class. Let's leave now. Xiaoling, the deskmate, is at the door of the toilet, urging Juanzi who hasn't worn pants yet.

It is no exaggeration to describe the time of senior three in high school by racing against time. Ten minutes before class, I queue up to go to the toilet, which is often my turn. Half the time has passed. If I want to shit, my brain has to force my nerves to speed up.

Two people rushed into the classroom, and the chemistry teacher was already standing on the platform. While typing "report", one foot has crossed the threshold.

Sit down, catch your breath and take out your textbook. The chemistry teacher is in his early forties. His stout figure, sparse hair and a pair of patterned glasses make him look ten years older than his actual age.

The chemistry teacher recited the chemical formula and wrote it on the blackboard with chalk. His voice is rich and magnetic. He is high flyers from the Municipal Normal University. He used to teach Chinese. Later, because of the lack of chemistry teachers in the school, he volunteered to transfer from liberal arts to science.

Well, a Chinese teacher who can't teach chemistry is not a good cook.

Every time he turns around after writing on the blackboard, he habitually pushes his glasses up. The students stared at the blackboard, thinking and recording.

Juanzi's hand with a pen, again slowly stay on the textbook, motionless. Xiaoling at the same table saw Juanzi's eyes closed again out of the corner of her eye. In the meantime, Juanzi always fell asleep in class.

Every night after self-study, Juanzi will review until the early hours of the morning. In recent days, she often falls asleep in class during the day, especially in chemistry and physics classes that she doesn't like. She often goes to see Duke Zhou less than ten minutes after class.

Juanzi know this state is not good, the loss outweighs the gain. But after self-study every night, she still can't help reciting formulas and solving exercises.

You will also feel sleepy if you do it. But every time I just want to close my eyes, my mother's gray hair, gully-like wrinkles, my father's hunchback like shrimp, and my brother's bright eyes like stars will emerge in my mind.

Every time I see any one of them, Juanzi will make a tingle and suddenly wake up.

Parents get up early and work hard, but they still can't change the poverty of life. Every year, we live on one season of wheat and one season of corn in the field.

Eat wheat, sell corn, pay tuition for yourself and your brother, and supplement your family. When the harvest is bad, you have to sell several bags of wheat.

Juanzi picked up his textbook, rubbed his dull eyes and tried to cheer up. It's almost one o'clock in the morning, and this set of physics questions has not been finished yet. The next few big problems cannot be solved.

Really don't stay up, Juanzi don't know when I fell asleep on the bed. At dawn, her roommate woke her up. She dragged her stiff body, closed her textbook and left the bed regretfully.

Wash your face in a hurry. It's still dark in winter, so I'm going to the playground for morning exercise. After running morning exercises, I washed fried noodles brought back from home for breakfast, plus a steamed bread.

Fortunately, there is enough hot water in the school, and you can drink a bowl of monotonous but spicy fried noodles in winter.

After coming home every weekend, Juanzi will help her mother finish the farm work. When she goes back to school, she will bring a big bag of dry flour fried by her mother, commonly known as fried noodles. Breakfast and dinner are fried noodles, a steamed bread. At noon, she will eat a vegetarian dish and add a steamed bun.

Juanzi never takes a look at the meat and vegetables sold in the canteen. She knows better than anyone how to spend a week's living expenses.

Juanzi sometimes hates himself for being so stupid. Why did you spend so much time and energy, but your academic performance lingered after the twenties? Twenty is like a spell, no matter how hard she tries, she can't break it.

As soon as the mid-term exam results come out, according to the usual practice, the class teacher will rank according to the results and let the students choose their own seats.

Xiaoling, Juanzi's current deskmate, ranks 12.

Xiaoling lives in the county, and her parents are workers. She is not rich, but compared with Juanzi, the situation is much better. Xiaoling is not tall, but she has a white face, a pair of big sparkling eyes, and her voice is like a ripe persimmon in autumn, soft and sweet. Many boys in the class like talking to her.

Juanzi always envied Xiaoling, envied that she studied better than herself, envied that her composition was read to her classmates by the teacher as a model essay every time, and envied that the pink down jacket she wore with a hat made her face whiter and redder.

It's time to choose seats again today.

Actually Juanzi heart, a little want to continue to sit with Xiaoling, and a little don't want to sit with Xiaoling. Although Xiaoling is not superior because her home is in the city, she is very easygoing. After class, she often goes in and out of the classroom with her, goes to the toilet and goes to the playground to breathe fresh air.

Juanzi is eager to sit at the same table with Sean, the third place, because he is the first in science and he likes to answer students' questions. Students will ask him questions about math and physics.

If you can sit at the same table with him, maybe your headache in science will be improved, and you will win the exam twice.

Soon, all the students in front chose their seats. Several thoughtful students have privately discussed who to sit with and who not to sit at the same table with the students who have studied well.

Xiaoling has gone in. Juanzi leans over and cranes her neck to look into the classroom to see where Xiaoling is sitting. She saw it. Xiaoling didn't choose an empty seat to wait for her, but she was already sitting next to the study committee member Li Shimo.

Juanzi was a little depressed and sad, thinking that Xiaoling didn't want to sit with herself.

Depression and anxiety are still churning, and it will be her turn soon. Stepping into the classroom, Juanzi looked for a seat, and her eyes rested on Xiaoling, who blinked at her anxiously and pointed to the empty seat next to Sean.

God, this is a godsend. Juanzi hurried over and sat down. His heart was pounding, and an uneasiness about stealing from others returned to him.

But soon, she forced herself to calm down. Juanzi was on pins and needles after choosing a seat for the whole class. Finally, after class was over, she pulled Xiaoling up and ran to the playground, asking her what was going on.

Because Juanzi knew Sean wanted to sit at the same table as Xiaoling. Because Xiaoling is one of the best in the liberal arts class, if we sit together, we can complement each other.

However, Sean's vacancy, how to wait for yourself? Juanzi wants to know why.

Xiaoling said with a smile, "Juanzi, we could have sat together again, but I know you want to improve your science scores as soon as possible, and I want to improve too. Li Shimo also wants to sit at the same table with me. I told Sean in advance that he would leave a seat for you. "

Juanzi listen, suddenly don't know what to say.

At this moment, Xiaoling gave Juanzi a pink letter paper, and Juanzi opened it, and the delicate and pretty handwriting came into view:

"Want to fly to heaven side by side with the sun.

The world is waiting for me to change.

The dream I want to dream is never afraid of being seen by others.

I can do it here.

Laughing loudly makes you and me shoulder to shoulder.

………

I believe I am who I am. I believe tomorrow.

I believe that youth has no horizon.

On the beach at sunset, on the busy street.

It is the most beautiful paradise in my heart.

I believe in freedom. I believe in hope. "

The boys in the class are singing this song during recess recently. Juanzi's eyes are a little moist. She took Xiaoling's hand, lowered her head and couldn't say a word.

The next day, as usual, Xiaoling and Juanzi went to the toilet together and went to the playground to ventilate.

While walking, Juanzi sang "I believe that I am me, I believe that tomorrow, I believe that youth has no horizon".

This song accompanied Juanzi through the winter of senior three, ushered in the spring of senior three and ushered in the summer of senior three.

In July of that year, with dazzling eyes, Xiaoling and Juanzi walked into different examination rooms in each other's wishes, and finally went to their favorite university in each other's wishes.

Mom, hurry up, you'll be late. Hearing the voice of his daughter Tian Ming, Juanzi woke up. Juanzi stuttered when she took the milk and avocado handed by her husband and wiped the toast.

The mid-term exam is coming next week, and I will take my classmates to review chemistry this week. Chemistry in Class Two, Grade Three, is the first in the class.

"Husband, don't forget to send back the American ginseng bought for my mother after work today." Juanzi said, while boarding high heels to go out.

Leave a faint jasmine fragrance.