What were you doing when you were eighteen?

18 is a very common year. When I saw this topic, I took out my calculator and calculated what year I was 18 (…).

18 probably lived two completely different lives this year, and the summer vacation from high school to college was a watershed.

Preparing for the college entrance examination in the first half of the year is ambitious and firm, at least for the first five months. There will probably be an important ceremony in every school's senior three classes, that is, before and after the class meeting, the teacher will organize everyone to write down the target universities and target rankings, even the competitors in the class, and then ask the students to read them out in class, and then let everyone post them on their desks to encourage themselves. Now it seems that some magical things can actually play an inspiring role from the beginning.

At that time, although his grades were not good, he could not rank first and second, but he was still an excellent student. My family, my head teacher, my teacher, my classmates and friends, and even myself all think that I can be admitted to SYSU. In March, I participated in SYSU's independent enrollment and took a written test. I have made considerable achievements in Chinese, but unfortunately I am weak in mathematics and missed the opportunity. But this experience didn't affect my goal too much. After all, I think I have no problem with the college entrance examination.

At that time, I got up at about 5: 45 in the morning, took a ten-minute nap and went to bed at night 12. The rest of the time is a study life except eating and bathing. I have formed the habit of writing to-do items every day since junior high school and strictly implemented them, so I am tireless day after day, which can be said to be very numb. But the results are therefore very stable.

It was not until May that I began to think about the significance of all this.

Thinking about meaning is a terrible thing. When you start to think about whether something is meaningful, it is when you find that it is meaningless to you at all.

Why do I have to take the SYSU exam? Why do I have to be on this ranking? Why do I have to surpass XXX? Why should I choose English major in the future? Why do I think I will be admitted?

Because they all say so.

I just found out that I didn't want to achieve this goal as much as I thought. If you ask me what I like about SYSU, I can't answer a word. If you ask me what I like about foreign languages, I can only answer, because I have a good language talent, so I am very studious. If I like it, that's fine.

So these problems bother me every day, like nightmares. Although I look the same as before, I am deeply confused inside.

It's like who I am, where I am and where I'm going. I can't find any answers.

This period of confusion can be said to last until the college entrance examination is released. The "disorder" of the college entrance examination surprised people around me, and only I knew it was inevitable.

Until my mother broke my confusion with a word. Of course, it is not a good word, but a word that makes me disgusted, so that I am no longer very confused. My mother said:

"How can you let others see you after the exam?"

Do I care what others think of me?

All right.

From then on, I felt that I always lived in the eyes of others when I was in middle school, and slowly took others' expectations as my own wishes, and gradually forgot what I really wanted. Maybe this is the answer to all the questions. Because those are not what I really want at all.

18 in the second half of the year, I was almost never confused.

Although I was not admitted to SYSU, I was admitted to SZU, which is a school I am very proud of. I entered my favorite major by mistake, and photography and design, which was once regarded as "doing nothing" in high school, finally became my career. I also joined my favorite club and met interesting people. Later, I met a lifelong tutor and decided the direction of further study. I have been an illustrator since I went to college. 18 years old, took the first illustration list in his life and earned 600 yuan. At the age of 22, I dare to take a five-figure illustration list alone.

If I hadn't been confused, I would have been so stupid and taken the road recognized by everyone. I might have lived a stable life, but it would never be as wonderful as it is now.

I dare not say that I am no longer confused, but when I am confused, I will be grateful if I think about what I have now. The past can't be changed, and the future can't be expected, but today is the present, also known as a gift.

I remember talking nonsense with my friends a long time ago.

Me: "I feel so confused recently ..."

A: "Me too, lost for 2 1 year."

B: "How can this be called a confused period and a confused life?"

I&A:“……”

Since life is confused, let's live in the present by feeling! !

When I was eighteen, I was studying in a junior college, which was the best time in my life.

I remember I was a school announcer and a school program host. Everyday life is busy and full.

Time flies, I am 52 years old this year. I have encountered many setbacks in my life. My old father passed away last year. Suddenly I feel that I have not matured for so many years, and I am still willful and don't know much about the world. But I am willing to live like this. It is important to know the life I want and make myself happy. So until today, there is still childlike innocence. Makes me feel that no matter what problems I encounter. I can face it because there is love in my heart. Life is a process, taste sweet and sour, because the end of life is the same. Everyone is a director and a protagonist.

Sometimes I feel confused and feel that my life is repeating every day. I'm bored and thinking about it. I asked myself, what kind of life do you really need? Although I am old enough to know my destiny, I hope there is still love between myself and my husband. There is no generation gap in wanting to communicate with children; I want to communicate with my old mother when I was a child; I want to talk to my friends. More sincerity, less prevention and jealousy.

Love of beauty also requires recognition and approval.

First of all, thank you for inviting me. Everyone has an 18-year-old memories of youth, whose good and bad are our unique marks. When I was eighteen, it was eleven years ago. What impressed me most that year was that I bought my first mobile phone, a second-hand flip phone, with the money I saved from working. I spent 500 yuan and was very excited when I got it. I want to go to the mobile phone store to download songs after work at night. Every day when I scrape dust at work, my clothes are wet with hot sweat. As long as I hear the songs on my mobile phone, I feel that my life is full of sunshine. When I was eighteen, it was my third year at the construction site. I wear dirty clothes and eat roadside stalls every day. I don't feel hard or regret it. No matter how high or low I work, I am very happy to support myself with my hands and bring myself hope and happiness. I also firmly believe that as long as you are willing to endure hardships, there is no ability to learn, and there are no people who starve to death.

At the age of eighteen, I became a street punk with no job and no money. Sometimes I sneak into the window of my room when they are not at home and run to their room to steal money. Every time I spend two or three thousand dollars, I go to Internet cafes to play games and eat slot machines. Sometimes they have no money to spend at home and dare not go home. They can only go to the stall with a few friends to eat something and then run away. Once I was chased by others for a long time. At that time, I was simply an internet addiction teenager who played LOL every day. I stayed in the Internet cafe for almost half a month at most, thinking that I have done a lot of things that I am sorry for my family, but people still have to experience some things in this life.

First of all, thank you for building this building.

When I was eighteen, it was an eventful autumn.

Eight years ago, I was eighteen years old and was a soldier in a certain department in Tibet. I can be said to be lucky or unlucky.

That is, the year I joined the army, 17 years old, and the recruits ended in three months. Our army decided to follow the example of the special forces and take out some top recruits to participate in the eight-month training, with a total of 65 subjects. Now that I think about it, I don't know how I got through those eight months.

My eighteenth birthday was also celebrated in the training team. I clearly remember that it was my birthday. Get up in the morning and routinely arm for five kilometers every day.

The training course that day was "inverted work", including forward fall, backward fall, side fall, backward fall and forward jump, which is the basic skill of catching the enemy.

I fell before the morning, jumped before the afternoon, trained all day, and couldn't lift chopsticks at dinner. Because the whole forearm is numb, the fingers are completely gone.

Some comrades find it too difficult to stop complaining, although the voice is not very loud.

On my birthday that day, the comrades in our class, after dinner, went to the cookhouse squad, took some cans and some fruits, and chatted and ate in the class, which was equivalent to celebrating my birthday.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, a short whistle broke the tranquility of barracks road. I am still in a dream, my body has been habitually installed, and I began to wear clothes. When I finished dressing, I gradually woke up.

Put on socks, shoes, quilts and mattresses, roll them up and put them in backpacks, satchels, kettles, toothpaste, toothbrushes and washbasins. They are all packed. Our standard is three minutes after queuing.

Line up to check whether the goods are complete. This is standard procedure. After the inspection, our captain began to speak. In fact, I am still wondering why people in the army can speak so well, usually for more than an hour. It began to rain, and the rain began to drip down our hat brim. It's raining harder and harder, and the water on the brim of the hat has flowed down directly. Finally, the captain finished.

Start physical training, team squats, not counting the times. One, two, one, two ... Our voice has spread far. If we are in the city, there will be a lot of complaints, but on the open grassland. This night, the only thing that accompanied us was the growing rain.

At three o'clock in the morning, finally, because of the complaints during the meal, the meal addition finally ended.

Back to the dormitory, the quilt in the backpack was partially wet. Fortunately, I have a spare, tired body and mind, and finally I can rest. Go down, sleep for a second, and be as energetic as dawn, because we are used to this life.

This is the story of my eighteen years old. This memory will stay with me until I die.

At the age of eighteen, I went to the countryside to receive re-education for poor middle peasants.

You can't earn a "labor day" if you work hard for one day. )。 A labor day is 20 centimeters, and we educated youths always spend 17 minutes at first.

A labor day costs 50 cents, which means that we work in the fields like donkeys, and it costs more than 40 cents a day.

However, the accommodation of the youth team does not require money. More than 60 insiders live in a compound with 5 people in each room.

What we practice is eating, living together and working as a team.

Life is like a nightmare. Fortunately, I only worked in the countryside for less than two years and then returned to the city.

That's 1975. (^-^)

18 years old is an ignorant age and a carefree age. It has been 10 years now. At that time, I was in high school, and I just left home to study at school alone. Originally, I was very reluctant, but with my classmates and teachers' concern, my mood became more and more cheerful. I not only learned professional knowledge, but also gained a lot of feelings and friendship between teachers and students, and I felt myself. Looking back at the age of 18, I feel very happy and lucky. It was the efforts at that time that laid the foundation for the subsequent step-by-step development, and now I am relatively stable. Thanks for my 18 age.

It has been 20 years since I 18 years old.

Ignorant age, simply pursuing people and things you like.

I don't know anything about society, I really don't have a plan for my life, and I don't even have a plan for what my future life should be like, thinking that I will live like a housewife around me.

If time can be reincarnated,

I hope that when 18 years old, I have a more mature mind than then, so I may have a different life and be more meaningful than now!

18 years old, I am really stupid!