Yes, those were the years of both pain and joy. At that time, I pursued perfection and was perhaps too stubborn, so I always placed great importance on grades and rankings. Many nights I lay awake, unable to sleep, and often felt an emptiness inside. The gap between dreams and reality made me cry and sigh...
However, every night during self-study breaks, I would go to the playground to run a lap without fail, reflecting on my inner self. After wandering thoughts, I would gradually calm down and keep moving forward, silently repeating: “If pride is cruelly knocked down by the vast sea of reality, how else would one understand how hard they must work to reach the distance.” Even after sleepless nights, I still forced myself to attend every class despite headaches, slowly adjusting my biological clock. Later, I kept listening to the song “The Original Dream.” Even after hearing it countless times, it still brought me to tears, yet I could also “walk along, humming a song with light steps.”
In fact, what helped me stay calm during those difficult days was also one person—my most important person in my heart, my mother. It was she who quietly did everything she could behind the scenes, gently comforting me when I was anxious or sleepless, always telling me to believe in myself.