I know that you will shine

Sang Yu is her name. We met a group of qq called “Five Ways to Fall”.

Wudaokou is another name of the former People's Bank of China Financial Research Institute. It is now the Wudaokou College of Tsinghua University. It was once known as the peak of financial research. After the results of the postgraduate entrance examination, I did not know who built this group, but when we chatted in the group, we temporarily forgot the pain of falling out of the list.

Later, we went to another school to re-examine the test, I only saw her in reality. She is a typical southern girl with a delicate appearance and a very soft voice, but I always remember her stubborn eyes and a bloody conversation. She also remembered that when she asked her why she had to test five passes, she only answered eight words: It’s difficult, it’s far from it.”

At that time, many of the people who passed the Wudaokou were in World War II and even World War III. I was the first test, but she was already in the second year of examination, and we were both four points to the retest line. Presumably she is also like me, and the remarks she hears are: "Oh, just a little, I will definitely be admitted next year!"

Even if "just a little", I have no courage to take another year. She is also somewhat entangled, because she will be three wars if she takes another year. In this battle with no smoke and no one to fight alone, no one can guarantee you "can be admitted next year", and no one will help you share the darkness of those dark nights with big eyes looking for hope, and because The pressure that is borne by desperation and backwaters. What's more, the youth of the girl was fleeting. It was a three-year gamble for a school. The family's worries of friends and their suspicions were like an glaciable river. It was difficult and insurmountable.

But I only listened to her understatement about all the things she had to review on the rent outside the school during World War II. I admire her very much, not to say anything else, the 14-hour review intensity every day, which has exceeded the number of postgraduates. In the winter without heating in the south, she was alone in the rented room with a hot water bottle to read the book, so in the desolate and barren environment, her heart was full of warm hope.

After the retest, I was accepted. Several twists and turns, all sorts of entanglements, I gave up the idea of ​​Wudaokou World War II, and she, resolutely went back to prepare for the three wars.

Later we did not contact again. I started my graduate life, and she opened up the math review books, the English words Red Book, and the professional class notes that I have seen many times. Throughout the year, her qq signature has always been the words of Alan Deborton: "When we dig holes in the dark, we must work hard to turn tears into knowledge."

The time of the year has passed away, leaving no traces like every year that has passed. In the spring of the second year, my friend sent me a link, which is the final admission list for Wudaokou. I saw her name in the air at a glance, and the wind in the early spring drifted through the window, making people unable to suppress the tears in their eyes. For the way I gave up, she walked to the end with difficulty, and then the bright flowers and the loud applause were not enough to reward her. I imagine that she has swept through the cold glaciers, tasted the loneliness, and nourished herself with strong inner strength when no one gave encouragement. Finally, she came to a spring that was long and long.

Three years of youth for a dream entrance, how many people ask the value is not worth, and even many people praised the people who insisted on years of postgraduate examinations as "postgraduate patients." But the screams of youth are running and rushing away. There is not much right or wrong and reason. The word "worth" can be light or heavy, and the measurement is all in the heart. I only knew early in the morning that the weak one would eventually shine, such as the sun shining through the vast wilderness, such as the meteor in the innocent sky.

During this time, the manuscripts of the new book were sorted out, and the past events were brought back with fresh and moist, I almost forgot, I have written so many words for them. I feel that even after going far and far, I can hardly write more honest and tearful writings than they are. Because the years of honesty and tears they represent are stepping away from me step by step, when I am reluctant to stay away from campus time.

Time went back to a year ago, when I wrote them silently, I only had more than one hundred attentions in Douban, and not many people saw it. However, there are hundreds of customers in the internship unit waiting for me to visit one by one. They have to endure the marketing that I am not tired of under the pressure of the task. I already can't remember their faces, the embarrassment before their opening, and the little warmth and indifference, just remember the hot bus seat under the heat of the summer, the little cockroach in the noon restaurant, and because of the hand A sheet of wrinkled product that becomes damp and sweaty.

So on the day of the internship, I was finally able to change from trousers to watermelon red hot pants, and my friends laughed and walked on the road, only to see that the sky became clear and high due to the early arrival of autumn. One big poncho and another big soft cloud makes people want to jump up and say hi. We are all tanned and tired, and we can rush to the future.

I started looking for a job, and I often took them out to see. When the recruitment notice was refreshed in the MRT station in Beijing's late autumn night peak, it was difficult to resist the sudden cooling and strong winds in Tianjin's early winter, and wait for the train at the Shanghai Railway Station waiting hall. Look at the company profile to be interviewed the next day. Those handwritings warmed myself up countless times before warming up countless strangers. When I don't know where to go, they remind me of the courage and fearlessness I have had in the past, the figure that runs all the way and the red sun that finally ushered in. Those handwritings, one after another, are the initial heart of jumping hot, and can be permanently sealed between lines.

Time went back two years ago, and it was also the summer vacation. For the first time, I saw the 10,000-hour genius theory in Heterogene. I wrote many wishes on the wish list, one of which was to publish a book. Later, it was a non-stop internship, and it was because of the need to research the scene in the study room until late at night. Tired and confused day and night, repeatedly asking questions, looking forward to the fate to give me a chance to choose. In November, I wrote in the dormitory alone, pushing the window, the fresh snow of the day, as if the big dreams were awake, it made people feel at ease. The old things are like falling snow. Only when I think that I have been running all the way and growing up, I feel that the cold wind is not awesome, and only I can wake up the gentle spring of a rainy mountain.

Time went back four years ago, and thousands of people listened to mathematics classes in a sultry classroom. I turned from the first row and looked back, and their looks were unexpectedly similar. Later, I looked at it in a crowded and hot business presentation, and I saw it at the vacant recruitment site. I saw it at the mobilization meeting of the new company's on-the-job training, and I saw it on the campus with a hand in hand. I only know that the expression belongs to countless young you and me. It belongs to the most earnest enthusiasm for the future in the barren years, and belongs to the fearless youth that was glory before being defeated by reality.

For a while, online rumors of a post called "Why work hard". Some people have asked me why I have to work hard. I think it is because there are so many things in life that you can't control even if you work hard. For example, the heart of the person you are thinking about, such as the face of the parents who are getting older, such as the time when the quicksand is irreparable. So, for those who have worked hard to be able to hold their hands in the palm of their hand, why not cherish why not fight for it?

After all, when you were young, you chased after you and rushed into the battle, but it was just for a time of redemption and no regrets. Let countless seemingly mediocre and ordinary, rich and agitated souls, reveal a gentle smile when they fall into memories.

You must be like me, knowing that in addition to wrapping the collar in the cold wind, there is no other way to take us to a gentle and bright spring.

And I also know that before being captured by the mediocrity reality, you will shine before the trivial life, such as the sun shining through the vast wilderness, such as the meteor to the innocent sky.