My postgraduate entrance examination experience November 22, 2017, I will never forget that day. The sorrow of late autumn is intertwined with the struggle of junior year. Those who sing loudly that autumn is better than spring must be from Bao Luoyan. I was sitting on the high-speed train from Nanjing back to Wuxi. As far as the eye can see, the sparse Jiangnan villas in the distance have faded from the dark green poetic charm of the past. The north is the king of autumn and winter. Suburban desolation struggled and whizzed by outside the train windows. Wu Nong's whispers when the passengers in the car lowered their heads were particularly harsh at the moment. "If you don't change it again, you will be Fudan Financial!" I sent a WeChat message to a friend. It's just a few lines, but it hits particularly hard because I know what this sentence means. Taking the postgraduate entrance examination is like tuberculosis. You can hide it for a day or two, but someone hangs out in front of you every day and chats with you. There's always something to show for it. The news of taking the Fudan Finance exam slowly spread. It is natural to be invited by teachers of my major to the office for a heart-to-heart talk and tea. Three teachers surrounded me. It was a cloudy day, I remember it clearly. I don’t remember the specific scene. I only remember that my eyes were very wet, but when I sat down, I straightened my back very confidently. The tone of his speech became more and more excited, and later on he could clearly feel his voice starting to shake uncontrollably. I couldn't tell whether it was because of nervousness or anger. The teacher also noticed that I was gradually losing control of my emotions, and the situation was very embarrassing. A junior student scolded three professors in the office and the situation was about to break out. Fortunately, another teacher suddenly came in and broke the deadlock. When I walked out of the office, a teacher who had been sarcastic just now suddenly patted me on the shoulder, "If you have made a decision, be prepared. We all support you!" I think that educators are probably soft deep in their hearts. Bar. In the early stage of the postgraduate entrance examination, it was like walking through the deep mountains and old forests surrounded by thick fog, without any sense of direction. The four professional courses are like heavenly books. The obscure science of currency and banking is full of language with a strong translation accent. International finance is simple and clear. Although it is easy to understand, it is difficult to understand deeply. The dense formulas in investment science are as irritating as thorns. The confusing logic and layout system of the second edition of Corporate Finance make people laugh or cry. That period is the most painful, just like the first level of martial arts training. What really scares you is not how difficult the first level is, but the feeling of powerlessness and loss of control in the face of the entire profound martial arts system. The time for the postgraduate entrance examination always stands still, and the tutorial books are like dust on the desk that has been left for a long time, accumulating more and more. After writing to the principal many times to express my hope of setting up a postgraduate entrance examination point in the second education, but to no avail, I bought a suitcase, an extra large size and a big blue one. After stuffing all the postgraduate entrance examination books into it, the whole box bulged up, and I dragged it back and forth between the dormitory, the cafeteria, and the second teacher every day. There are two steps at the entrance of the cafeteria. Every morning, I have to do the posture of uprooting a weeping willow, take a deep breath, and move up to the small platform outside the door with a groan. When eating, I always find a seat near the door and never dare to look away. I often imagine that someone would lift up my box and run away, and I would catch up and push him to the ground and beat him up. Boxes are not like people, they will go on strike when they are told. The bloated suitcase may need to be delivered immediately. With a "crash", the zipper split open, and the books inside rolled out in an overwhelming amount. Dumped in the street. The ringing of the bicycle bells of the classmates behind me could be heard loudly. I only remember the handouts scattered on the street. The crimson school badge of Fudan University on them was very beautiful. Later, when I sent the box home, I realized that it weighed nearly 100 kilograms. No wonder I dragged the box and broke one of its legs. Love is the yin and yang pot of postgraduate entrance examination. You never know whether the drink you drink is good wine or poisonous wine before taking the exam. I can't even count how many times I cried over this. Once, halfway through reviewing in the study room, we suddenly broke up. I walked to the fifth floor of the second teaching building alone and walked down the aisle of the teaching building in circles. I think maybe tears won’t fall easily when I’m walking. I went home to review during the summer vacation and stayed alone in a small room all day. The air conditioner doesn't stop. The room was as dry as an old woman's wrinkled face. The intensity of reviewing for 11 hours a day made me feel like there was a stone pressing on my chest and I couldn't breathe. Sometimes when I wake up in the afternoon and feel really sleepy, I often pinch my face or poke my fingers with the tip of a compass. Then I fell in love with running. Running at 10pm. 5km per night. I love the dopamine rush of running. When running, sweat stays along the hair, and when the wind blows, it turns into fine rain and dew and sprinkles on your face. You can't even tell whether it is rain or sweat. Or a blend of the two.

Sometimes my eyes are stung so hard that I can't open them. When I'm tired from running, I often imagine that the gate of the community in front is the gate of Fudan University. I ran and ran, and in the last kilometer, I finally lifted my legs and stepped in. When the summer vacation was about to end, I washed my face and looked in the mirror, and suddenly I found blood in my left eye. It was either the kind of bloodshot eyes that stay up all night, or blood spots. About 1-2 cm side length, square shape, itchy. Call my sister (she works in the hospital). Said it might be drying by turning on the air conditioner. Coupled with excessive eye use, the eyes become bloodshot. So I quickly bought an eye mask. Cover your left eye and read with your right eye only. Later, I found it troublesome, so I simply stopped covering it and let it go. Fortunately, things gradually got better after school started. After the summer vacation, I found that my skills in the postgraduate entrance examination suddenly began to explode, and I could actually feel my progress every week. The knowledge points like broken pearls in professional courses can begin to be connected in series. Mathematics finally slowly gained a solid sense of control. I found that I fell in love with this process. Like bamboo shoots that had been buried in the deep black soil all winter, they finally broke out in the warm sunshine of spring. The growth is gratifying. I dare not live up to the foundation I have laid so hard in the soil, and I continue to learn knowledge every day. The last few months have been brisk and the smoke is getting thicker, but I feel more and more relaxed. October, November...December, when the snow falls again, my skills have been completed. Going to the exam room is like visiting an old friend. When I walked out after the last door, I felt surprisingly calm. After I took the exam, I knew that there was no question of whether I could pass the exam, only the question of ranking. Dear fellow students, when the snowflakes fall again this year, have you prepared your war horses?