I felt a little funny that I almost guessed the title. I had bet on a "letter to the president of Peking University", because that recently retired president of Peking University, who had sung "Invisible Wings" to his students, became the idol of adolescent boys and girls overnight. What a heartwarming picture of an elegant president who sang songs of self-improvement together with understanding and love for his students. And it will be a blessing beyond bounds to study in his university. He, the old man, has put wings in the hearts of his students.
I understand the good intentions of the teachers who wrote the questions, they are trying to say that if you work hard, all the ugly ducklings, Cinderellas and people with low self-esteem, will have a pair of invisible wings to realize the dreams that are full of your little heart. It's just a bit of a shame that such an inspirational title was given to our Beijing candidates.
I've never known that I've always had invisible wings. Ever since I was in elementary school, I knew I would go to Peking University, who had me living right next door to it, and the teachers loved me so much, and I went to so many museums and saw so many children's plays. I knew then that there were quite a few elementary school students still in the countryside, and I donated money to them and gave them my used stationery. Because I had a pair of invisible wings, I went to a good middle school without any surprise, while the students without "wings", I heard that many of them became goat herders, and some of them became wage earners, they are still minors. In junior high school, my goal is to go to the fourth high school, where half of the graduating class will be admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University, which is probably more than the number of admissions in a province, I have no doubt about it.
My high school classmates and I went to the Olympic Sports Center to play soccer, to the Summer Palace for a spring trip, and to the National Grand Theater to see a play. We knew what we were being asked to do, but we didn't feel overwhelmed by it, because from a very young age, we were born winners winners. We are also worried about what happens to outsiders, for **, for vendors, for Sun Zhigang, for the fate of Deng Yujiao sigh, but that kind of sympathy, and we sympathize with the Palestinian people, sympathize with the victims of the African disaster, is not essentially different.
When I see a tricycle driver stopped by city police to take away his tricycle, which he relies on for his livelihood, I feel some shame for a moment. His son or daughter might not be able to go back to school after his car is taken away, and that might be a good high school student who is just denied the right to go to school. Is this because I have invisible wings and he doesn't? So I'll always be able to fly higher than anyone else?
By now, you should understand what I am talking about. Foreign secondary schools often appear high school fraud cases, here almost no; foreign children often due to the foreign college entrance examination was seized, here never; foreign children often set a record of repeating, here very few repeating; foreign children to go to Peking University to score a staggering number of points, here the children have not yet taken the test has been flat a lot of points......
This is because, as a child of Beijing, I have a pair of invisible wings and they do not. I have a pair of invisible wings, I don't have to exert myself to spread my wings to fly in the sky, does this herald that I was born a more noble bird than my kind? But why don't I feel proud at all, but on the contrary, I feel inferior at times? There is a book that says all animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others. This "some animals" is the people who have a pair of invisible wings?
I was a pigeon, one in a flock of millions.
This year, I have a pair of white feathers, day by day to thrive, see will soon be grown, began to flap wings. Each tender flutter was a longing to fly to the sky. On that day, my friends and I gathered in the golden square in anticipation of our first flight to explore the blue ocean.
That night, the masters who claimed to have raised us came, armed with those awesome tools. With ease, using birdshot and fishing nets, they caught us, clipped our wings, and let countless white flying feathers fall from the earth. From then on we could not leave the heavy ground, but were only a garnish for their enjoyment. Our body is weak, we walk hard. We have lost our freedom and can only be slaughtered. But my proud feather tribe, my suffering brother, how can you be deprived of the most precious - freedom?
Behold, the passage of time, some of us degenerated into parrots, they even to the master of the reward of the corn kernel singing; some of the other brothers have sunk, forgetting that they once had to fly wings, and flirting with hens everywhere. There are still some of my kind under the master's lust, has been as numb as a dull goose; the most heartbreaking, some of my kind in various accidents were lost young life, how many times by a sports car run over the feathers. And I can only look stupidly, silent tears. If we still have wings heh, how could we not get rid of all this and soar high?
You see, in the end, even I myself, after witnessing all this, like ants died in silence. Trying to fly, yet ending up crawling until we die, that is our fate! I also saw and understood that my corpse would become a meal on my master's plate. Knowing all this, I prayed that in my next life I would become a falcon, fly high above the net, ride the wind far above the black clouds, and I would ask the gods to give me a sharp beak and sharp talons, so that I could whistle and tear through the unbearable darkness of the night! A voice says to me: to fly, to fly, to let everyone fly free!
The desire to fly brought me back to life, but instead of becoming a falcon, or any other feathered creature, I actually became a spider. The worst part was that I could no longer fly, but could only hide in a corner and make a web. I was desperate and gave up. But one day, a friend appeared, and he came fluctuating from another web. Softly, he said, Hello!
Heh! Behold, millions of former pigeons reincarnated as spiders are now weaving the same web that connects the entire world. I can hear the heartbeat of the earth and know the breath of the grass, feel the sound of the waves on the other side of the ocean, and know the snowfall on the roof of the world from the pulsation of the silk strands.
For the sake of freedom, we prefer to live as spiders. No force, whatever it may be, can stop the pulsing of the boundless web, so subtle and surging at the same time. More importantly, it also allowed me to discover the fear of my former masters, who could not see or catch most of us in the boundless web. Even if they make the river crab to break the spider's silk, we will turn the spider's web into millions of incomprehensible softness, so that it can do nothing; if we send cockroaches and wuwu contractions, we will stick them to death on the web. Even the master will be trapped by thousands of mesmerizing webs and exhausted. Our future will be like that legendary spider-maniac, who will no longer be bound by the ground, but will embrace the same world and the same dream with the gushing spider silk. Soaring freely between heaven and earth, outshining the kings of the world.
Yes, the web is my invisible wings. Do you have these wings?