As the smoke of the distant battlefield gradually fades
away, the tense mood finally gets a moment of relief. Looking back at the
past, it is already too unbearable to witness, and yet, the sound of the
waves remains the same as the final battle for the end of term approaches
like an overwhelming army. This is a student's life, this is my life.
The mid-term exam burned away the last bit of sunshine amidst the mournful
cries - the results were released. Looking at my name, neither at the top
nor at the bottom, feeling both resentment and joy, I sigh deeply. I don't
want to write this journal as a summary, nor do I want to look back at the
seemingly mocking ranking. Instead, I want to talk about today and tomorrow.
There's no need to dwell on what has happened; the world is divided into
only two things, life and death, and there's no place to buy regret. But in
times of helplessness, we can transform our sadness into strength and
embrace the brilliant spring ahead.
Looking up at the sky, the mirror-like heavens signal that winter has
already arrived. A few days ago, a snowfall marked the end of the mid-term
exams and also opened the curtain for another winter. After 13 years, I'm
used to the changing seasons, but I still find winter lovely. It has no
summer's pride, no spring's hope, and no autumn's melancholy. Winter is
lovely, just like us - we have been through ups and downs in the rankings,
and some of us have left our pride behind. Over the years, our friendships
have also split and reunited, blunting our arrogance. The care of our
classmates brings warmth to our hearts, and winter takes away what should
not exist and brings in more things we should have.
A hint of darkness, a glimpse of sunset, a touch of happiness, a tinge of
sorrow... that's how the world is, endless and infinite. In the fourth
grade, I learned from Lu Xun and apologized to my lovely desk, and in the
sixth grade, I wrote "enlightenment" in my diary. Yet, I couldn't grasp the
true meaning of these words until I entered junior high school and realized
that there are always greater people and greater things outside of my own
world. The first test of the year, in which my grade was 199, made me
realize that the past glory is forever gone, and I wrote "regret" down. Now,
I am writing "hope" without hesitation.
Hope, looking up at the clouds, just like the Peng bird rising up to nine
thousand miles in a day. Hope, looking at what's in front of us, knowing
that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Let us climb
the peak of knowledge. Hope, looking towards the future, let us strive and
work hard, using our pens to write our own life stories.
Hope for the mid-term, hope for the end of term, hope for the vast sky
ahead! |