Why did you go to Peking University?

He Shuting

The peach blossoms bloomed by the Weiming Lake. I have dreamed about it countless times. When the flowers bloom, the branches are broken by the lake. There will be his own figure in the crowd. At that time, my mood was as urgent as everyone else's, but my eyes were more confused than yours. I was in my senior year of high school at that time.

In my freshman year of high school, I almost turned myself into nothing but rust. During class, he slept, chatted, read comics, and yelled at the boys behind him, which made the young female teacher so angry that she had tears in her eyes. In my second year of high school, I chose liberal arts. You can't imagine how bad the liberal arts class in my middle school is - there are only three people in the undergraduate class, what is that concept? What's even more ironic is that all three of them are repeat students. However, under everyone's helpless or contemptuous eyes, I resolutely wrote my name on the liberal arts class registration form. That was really the most beautiful handwriting I've ever done in my life.

I just suddenly woke up and felt that my whole life could not pass like that. Afterwards, many people asked me what happened at that time - maybe they wanted to hear a legendary story from me. The story of the prodigal son turning back, and the only explanation I could think of at the time was this: I just felt that my life should not pass by in such a carefree manner.

In the first monthly exam, I ranked 12th in my grade. This is a score that sounds unsatisfactory, but my rationality still reminded me that it was a liberal arts class with three undergraduates. If you can't leave everyone else far behind, what's the difference between 12th place and 120th place? To this day, I still remember the little girl who got the first place in the exam. She was thin and small, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and her figure was a bit rickety as she lay on the desk. And this impression came about because everyone could only see her figure lying on the desk. She was always the first to come and the last to leave in the class. I have always had an inexplicable feeling of rejection towards that kind of student. I always thought, what's so great about you, isn't it just that you just study hard? If I had studied as hard as you, I would have been number one in the city. In fact, I still dismissed her until the test results came out. Then, I had the most important class meeting in my life. I don’t know how to thank that class teacher, because if it weren’t for her words, I wouldn’t be where I am today. At the class meeting, she said: "The results this time are very revealing. Everyone who should have passed the exam has passed the exam." Then she glanced at me, and I understood her subtext, which meant that in her opinion, I was not a good person. Among the group of people who did well in the exam. Strangely, I didn't blush. I don’t know whether it was the long period of depravity that had unknowingly worn away my originally sensitive self-esteem, or whether I was subconsciously indifferent to her words. She continued: "I know some people think they are smart and look down on those hard-working classmates. They always think they are born with deficiencies. But I want to say, you are just cowardly! You don't dare to try! You don't dare to work hard like her, because You are afraid that you will not be able to compare with her even if you try hard! You would rather not try because you are afraid of the risk of failure, because in your heart, you are not sure at all..." She continued later. I can't remember what I said. I admit that I was completely confused at the time. There was only one sentence that echoed in my mind over and over again - "You are just cowardly!" However, I have to admit - —Her judgment was correct.

That night I wrote in my diary: Give it a try and see if it will work if you work hard for a month. At that time, I didn’t dare to promise anything to myself, and I really couldn’t afford it. I couldn't believe that the person who sat motionless in my seat during self-study class at six o'clock in the morning and stayed there until the end of get out of class was actually me.

Then, I ushered in the long-awaited midterm exam. I still remember the feeling after finishing the exam. I was walking on the way home with my schoolbag in my arms, staring blankly at the people coming and going, feeling empty in my heart. That was indeed the most special exam in my life, because it was related to my future direction and path choice. In fact, everyone must have guessed the results of the exam - I really surprised everyone once, yes, I got the first place in the exam.

You can never imagine how important that result was to me. I was surprisingly calm when I found out the results. When my name appeared on the first line of the transcript, I silently said to myself: "Remember, nothing in this world is impossible."

I never changed again. Live that attitude and approach. In fact, all methods are simply no methods. There is only one word: hard work. I insisted on the position of my name on the transcript, and until the last exam before the college entrance examination, I was always number one. But the real challenge has yet to begin.

Even if I can firmly occupy the first place, even if I can drop the second place by dozens of points every time, I know that Peking University is still too far away from me. All the teachers firmly believe that I will be the best liberal arts student in the history of the school, which means you can go to Shanda University, and if you are lucky, you can go to Fudan or Renmin University. And I only want Peking University. I never told anyone about my ambitions, if they could be called such.

In the second semester of the senior year of high school, we moved into the newly completed teaching building. On the day of the move, there was a lot of noise in the corridor, and the sound of dragging tables and benches could be heard in the corridor. I jumped over the window without saying a word and stepped onto the big platform outside the second floor window. Opposite is the playground, where the first snow has not yet melted, the air is damp and cold, and the bare branches are pointing straight into the sky. The sunshine on the snowy day shone coolly through my eyelashes in my eyes. I looked at the sky in the distance quietly. I said one word, just one word. Facing the sky, I silently said in my heart: "Wait." Well, I want you to witness a miracle. "I know that there is nothing impossible in this world.

I never knew that when the pressure reaches a certain level, people's potential can be stimulated to that extent. I am an extremely restless person, but during that time I was extremely patient and calm, as practical as an old scalper. In fact, I was on the verge of collapse countless times; I memorized five high school history books six times - you know what it feels like when you memorize a book six times - side memorization While crying, I really almost couldn't carry it anymore. Just, when you can't bear it anymore, bear it a little longer. Persistence is indeed the greatest quality in the world.

The howling wind swept the sky full of yellow sand. In that northern spring, all of us had disheveled hair and rough skin. Dead silence alternates with hustle and bustle, just like the ruling party in the United States. It is so regular that one suspects that there is a pair of strange and infinitely magical hands in the dark. Panicked and confused, we welcomed and sent away Model 1, Model 2 and Model N in awe and expectation. Every nerve was tempered by the cold and ruthless reality, whether it was "The willow bank, the dawn breeze and the waning moon". "Poetry, I am still used to the painting style of scribbling. In this season that comes and goes in a hurry, all sensitivity and delicacy are luxury, leaving only countless excitements and countless depressions and broken heads. Everyone understands the insurmountable gap between ideals and reality better than yesterday, and at the same time, they are struggling harder than yesterday. Force yourself to bury it, bury it in books, bury it in test papers, bury it in an airtight black cocoon - just to one day break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. Black eye circles, swollen eye bags, dry fingers, and anxious blistered corners of the mouth. That spring, I didn’t know whether pink-blue fruit-green or dark purple-silver gray was popular. In the small mirror is a haggard face and dim eyes. Because I'm afraid something will spread out across my face that has been dry for a long time - God, I am a girl.

I was very calm when I entered the examination room. "I will try my best, and if I fail to achieve it, I will have no regrets." In fact, I never thought that I would be admitted to any school other than Peking University. It's more of a hunch than a confidence. I just thought, even if there is only one admission quota for Peking University, why can’t the person who gets the exam be me? Nothing is impossible in this world.

Walking on the way home after the exam, looking at the crowds still in a hurry, I still feel empty in my heart. His eyes were blurred by tears, but the things in his field of vision became clearer. I believe that all true perception comes at the price of tears and pain.

I actually miss those days and am forever grateful for it. Not only because I completed my own transition and transformation during that period, but also because everything at that time was deeply imprinted on my character, which was in the plastic period, and became the eternal wealth of this life. There will never be another period in life when we can be as dedicated, simple, resolute, almost stubborn and full of faith and hope, undistracted and even isolated from the world, fighting for a determined goal. When you recall your efforts and sacrifices, your tenacity and endurance, your perseverance and dedication, your sweat and tears on a leisurely afternoon some years later, how touching and fortunate you are, how happy you are. Kind of comfort and respect – respect yourself. Yes, the most important thing in this process, let me repeat, is you. I am grateful to my parents, my teachers, my classmates, my friends, and all the people who care about me and help me. But the person I am most grateful to is myself. “Nothing is impossible.” This is what I have gained through my efforts and attempts. cognition. And I believe that this will be something that will benefit me throughout my life.

I hope it can help you, thank you, and hope to adopt it.