With a little effort

The job fair was going on fiercely. I looked at the surging crowd. I saw a familiar figure, my classmate in high school. Looking at each other, we nodded and greeted each other. We squeezed through the crowd and all went to the recruitment booth of a public institution at the same time. I was surprised: Aren’t you doing business well? Why did you come to apply? Is it difficult to do business these days? I still want to find a job to be safe and secure, which is more reassuring than opening a shop sometimes with income and sometimes hanging up. The recruiter showed the recruitment conditions and plans. The conditions were not enough for us. If we wanted to enter, we had to take a theoretical examination. When I saw that I was going to take the exam, I was confident. It was not easy. I have been studying for so many years since I was a child. I don’t know how many exams I have experienced. Do I still need to worry about this exam? I was worried for my classmate instead. He did business after he left school and never touched any books. Now he just thought it was difficult to do business, and he also thought of working together in public institutions, so I think I will try my luck. When the test paper came down, everyone answered the questions quietly. Time went by quietly in the rustle of the pen tip. The bell rang, the pen was stopped and the admission quota was announced on the spot. Something unexpected happened, my classmates were admitted, and there was also the official establishment of public institutions, but I had to stand aside, only envy. The reason was that I didn’t answer a big question well. My classmate told me that there were ready-made answers on the inscription, and I was cramming for reading at that time! Looking at the happiness and complacency of my classmates, I regretted why I didn’t work harder and why I didn’t read more books when I took the exam. My intestines were regretful. I beat my chest and burst into tears, blaming myself for being disappointing. I sobbed and wanted to cry loudly, but I couldn’t cry any more. I was so depressed and sad. Unconsciously waking up, it turned out to be a dream, but the scene in the dream was so clear, just like the movie I just watched. I woke up, recalled the dream I just had, and thought about why I had such a dream? Maybe it’s really a day to think about it! This also makes me truly realize that some things in life are indeed caused by my failure to work hard. As long as I work harder, I will indeed have the possibility of success. Like (prose editor: yuiran) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…