Full score composition for the high school entrance examination in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province - There is always a key that belongs to you 11

There is always a key that belongs to you (11)

July 2006 was undoubtedly a painful ordeal for me. After the results of the high school entrance examination, I, who had always been conceited, fell into disrepute. Those Arabic numerals gave me a hard slap in the face and knocked me unconscious.

I didn’t tell my parents that I wanted to repeat my studies. I packed my bags alone and decided to make a career outside. I don't want to believe that my destiny can be dominated by a few numbers, just as I firmly believe that I can work hard to create a small room in a bustling city, with a key of my own and a piece of light of my own.

I came to Shanghai, the legendary city that never sleeps. I chose it just because its bright light all night can give me the strength to continue living.

Looking back now, the experience of working is just painful and exhausting, and cannot become a heroic legend. I was so thin that I nearly collapsed several times while running on the baked asphalt road in the unique summer heat.

Finally, I found a job in a chicken processing factory, with a monthly salary of 880 yuan. I am content. The huge construction site was full of chicken manure and dead chickens, as well as maggots crawling all over the ground. Under the scorching sun, the smell emitted by these things is suffocating. However, on such a construction site, you can still see a group of people, their clothes are ragged and dirty, and they are all shirtless. Their broad and bare shoulders shone red and black like eel skin under the scorching sun, and strands of sweat flowed down the dark and slightly yellow recesses of their tendons. These are us stevedores! I was among them! My co-workers and I worked hard to lift the iron cage weighing two to three hundred kilograms. The overweight load made all my bones crackle. The sun was shining directly on me, and the skin on my back seemed to be scorched and might tear at any time. Sweat flowed into my eyes, stinging me so much that I couldn't open them, and the shoes were already as slippery as mud. I held on like this with all my strength, and I could hear my heart pounding with every effort. The sound...

After three days, I couldn't hold on anymore. At this moment, I really feel my own smallness and insignificance. I slipped out one night and played the dishonorable role of a deserter.

Looking at the lights on the residential areas on both sides of the road, I shed complicated tears. Here, I have not found the key to my happy life. Life is not a dream, and there is no room for me to live in. None of the street lights in this city are on for me.

I decided to go home and pick up the lost books again. I know that there must be a key that belongs to me, which can open the door to my happiness.