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September brings with it a cool breeze and the refreshing
scent of rain-soaked earth, a welcome change from the restless energy of
July and August. It's as if shedding the weight of the past has lifted a
sense of listlessness, and I find myself feeling more relaxed and content.
Life, it turns out, isn't as dull as I once thought.
My once-suppressed spirit is now liberated by the rain and wind, and I'm
struck by the beauty of the world around me. My daily routine is no longer a
hypnotic drone, and the basketball court, while still a love of mine, no
longer monopolizes my time. I've come to understand that life isn't always
about doing what we love, and that we must also confront the hardships that
come our way. Although there's a saying that "a person who does what they
love will live a long life," this only holds true if one completes their
education, enters university, and abides by the law. I'm well aware of this
fact, and as a result, I'm forced to grow up once more. As I've said before,
a person who learns to reason has matured. "You're grown up now; it's time
to be responsible," my parents often remind me.
In life, I should strive to be positive and proactive. When it comes to my
studies, I must work hard and persevere. Waiting idly for things to happen
is not the way to live, especially for someone as handsome as myself.
There's no denying that the third year of high school can be disheartening,
and I like to think of this sense of futility as destiny. When it comes to
faith, I'm not entirely sure what it means, but I believe it's about having
confidence and determination. It's something that supports you when you're
on the brink of collapse and keeps you from being defeated by setbacks.
My desk mate is a repeat student, and his experience has taught me that the
third year of high school is like hell on earth. There's no room for
complacency, and one must unleash their full potential, like a sci-fi novel
come to life.
I have no choice but to bow down to the ever-present China's national
college entrance exam and follow its standards, pouring sweat and tears into
the task at hand. I, too, must bring my fighting spirit to this battlefield
of testing, brandishing my pen with the confidence of a Beckham-like figure
(a reference to his popularity). May I give my all, even if it means
sacrificing myself for the country's good, and may I return to the land of
the living with honor.
I hope this feeling isn't fleeting and continues until the end of the
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