我在他那旧书桌上磨洋工。记得每当放学后的傍晚，我总是坐在叔叔的硬硬的床板上，努力地写作业。那些年轻时的日子，如同一本厚重的历史书，在我的脑海中翻滚。
我的课桌虽然不够大，但它承载着无数个夜晚与晨曦间的学习。我记得，那时候每当灯光微弱，窗外风吹过树梢发出沙沙声，我都会感觉到一种既孤独又坚定的力量。在这样的氛围下，每一次落笔都像是对知识的一种追求。
我坐在叔叔的硬硬的上面写作业，每一个字都是心血结晶。那时候，世界似乎只剩下教科书和题目，而我则是它们之间的一个桥梁。尽管有时题目看起来如同一座高山难以攀登，但只要有了坚持，就没有什么是不可能克服的。
Uncle's old bed was my desk, a hard and unforgiving surface that I would sit on for hours, pouring over textbooks and scribbling notes. It was here that I learned the value of perseverance and determination. The creaking of the wooden frame beneath me seemed to echo with every stroke of my pen, as if it too were a participant in my academic journey.
As the night wore on, the wind outside would rustle through the leaves, creating a soothing background melody that accompanied my studies. It was during these moments that I felt most alive, connected to something greater than myself.
Looking back now, those were not just hours spent writing homework; they were moments of growth and self-discovery. Each line written on those pages represented a piece of me – my struggles, triumphs, and everything in between.
The bed may have been hard and unyielding at times but it taught me resilience. It reminded me that success is not solely about talent or intelligence but also about grit and persistence. And so as I look back at those memories etched in time like words on an old page - sitting Uncle's hard-hard place writing homework - I am filled with gratitude for all life has given me thus far.
I'm grateful for Uncle's simple home where knowledge found its way into my heart; where lessons from books became part of who I am today; where sitting on his hard-hard place turned out to be one of life's greatest blessings in disguise.
