There are still three days to go, and finally, your ascension story is going to usher in Happy Ending.
I like to use the word "story".
Compared to a "journey" full of hardship and labor, this experience is more like a divergent, treasure hunting book, from a blank to a collection of stories painted on every page. And you are the protagonist of this story.
At the beginning of the story, I was wandering in the crowd, watching you either dragging your luggage alone, or talking with your parents and laughing and walking into the school gate, I always guessed your mood at that time, was you expecting more, or a little more uneasy?
You should have known then that you would be facing the life of the ascetic monk in the memories of the master and sister - no longer sleeping until the end of the day, no longer playing crazy all-night games together, no longer being willful in the morning.
Instead, I got up at six o'clock to endorse the book, I still struggled to write liver notes between classes, I didn't forget to take out the word book and look at it twice, and I was busy doing problems in my dreams in the early hours of the morning...
But you still have no remorse, and you have a determination that is exclusive to this age.
I can't help but think about what happened in the past to make you what you are today.
Was it a regret that summer?
Tears running down his cheeks and mom and dad's late-night sighs;
Is it a dream hidden in the heart?
Dreams that have long taken root and sprouted and have never been erased by reality;
Is it a pact with someone?
About ideals, about the future, about poetic life...
Later, the gears of time walked on the established track, but there were always some inevitable "derailment accidents".
We have been pulled into the boundless darkness of the epidemic, staggering in the uncertainty of day after day. We face anxiety and face all odds. Fight in the darkness to make a clear and dangling road. On this road, there are thousands of comrades-in-arms and brave pioneers ahead.
How could it not have flinched?
But the "heartache" and "trust" that mom and dad didn't send out in the chat box, the pile of ink-stained scratch paper in hand, the books that became soft in the turn, the "completed" on the walls or in the memos were all struggling to speak out— telling you that you had walked so long and so far, and that there was only one last step left from your dreams.
A friend said to me, "People who are frustrated should always be proud." This pride is said lightly, but there is a deep meaning behind it.
I seem to see that in the past year, you who want to go up, riveted and indomitable. I know that it is not easy to maintain high-intensity learning, in the process of "I don't understand" to "I understand", on the road from "ignorance" to "knowing", countless sufferings pour into you.
What did you do?
You treat suffering as a life.
You turn off Douyin and Weibo, open the software for memorizing words, open the book, and continue to study those math problems.
You refuse to continue the excitement and pleasure in trivial things, but choose to continue to endure loneliness and pain in the long-term great cause, and occasionally you feel a little sweetness from it, so that you can continue to walk, to go on.
You've been walking for a long, long time, up the stairs, and you've come here.
The front is the finish line, what does it mean to walk past? It means a happy summer, it means the smile in mom and dad's wrinkles, it means a new encounter in undergraduate school, it means that you will open a new pamphlet and write it in the know and the unknown.
There are no levels that can stop you from wanting to fly high. If you want to fly at the moment, please fly as much as you want.
At the end of this spring, at the end of the story, I'm going to tell you about wheat and barnyards.
You'd be the wheat that sprouted in May, not the weeds that lived in fear and were pulled out in early spring, right?
I know that the exam in three days is a battle, a turnaround battle, a battle that must be fought. Since it must be fought, then I wish you a beautiful battle!
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PS: In the last three days, what else would you like to say to yourself?
Comment area, cheer yourself up.