Walking out the door, I collided with a breeze.
The wind carried the scent of dew and gardenia, standing alone by the river. Looking at the spring water and the willow tree in front of me, I seemed to hear a voice...
It was a winter, with the cold wind mercilessly tearing at the branches, layer upon layer of fallen leaves. I walked through the fallen leaves, accompanied by the crisp sound of each footprint. But it didn't bring me any joy. The words of my math teacher echoed in my ears: "The final exams are coming soon. You barely understand even these simple proof questions. What should we do? How can you learn math well?" The failure in the exams severely crushed my spirit, and time after time, I wanted to give up.
By chance, I passed by the Xiang River. Looking up, the river surface was churning under the roar of the wind, but an inconspicuous tree stump in front of me caught my attention. I walked up to it, and the bronze-colored branches of the tree stump twisted in the cold wind. It seemed to emit a faint groan. I reached out and touched its cut surface, which was unexpectedly smooth as a mirror. I counted its growth rings, one circle after another, it had lived year after year. But what's the use of that? It was ultimately destroyed mercilessly by a saw. I think it's probably the same as me, that spirit of adventure that once existed in us has long been extinguished!
I gradually became negligent, especially towards mathematics. I grew tired of everything related to math. Several weeks passed, and I deliberately bypassed the riverbank to see that willow tree, but what I saw shocked me. A tender shoot appeared in the crack of the original tree stump, standing proudly against the wind, announcing the rebirth of the stump. The sunlight shone on its leaves, as if even the morning star couldn't match its brilliance. The new leaves fluttered with green waves, that was the luster of life - a spirit of adventure that ran through its core. I couldn't help but imagine the efforts of the tree stump, it absorbed nutrients desperately during the day, and worked hard to grow upwards in the quiet of the night, finally regaining its radiance just in time for spring. I seemed to hear the sound of the tree stump sprouting, no, that wasn't the sound of sprouting! It was the sound of a seed full of a spirit of adventure.
The tree stump went through a near-death experience and was able to be reborn through its daring. Why can't a person do the same? I secretly made up my mind to work hard, so I sang every day in the sea of questions. Whenever I wanted to give up, I would always think of this voice. I also knew that as long as I persisted in this spirit of adventure, I would definitely succeed.
Opening my eyes, the river surface still rippled in front of me. The clouds and mist dispersed, and I finally understood that there is always a voice that makes people regain their spirit of adventure.