Ouyang Yuting, Class 4, Jiujiang No. 3 Middle School Senior 3 – Where Purpose Leads, No Distance is Too Far
Without visible classmates competing on the sidelines and night after night, the split seconds were seized, but the pen in hand was everywhere a battlefield, the gaze within was everywhere smoke and mirrors; without the blood-soaked oath of a hundred days to rally, true awakening is not tied to a specific time, nor is it a sacred ritual; without the morning's accompanying the sun's setting and the moon's fading rush to encourage self-comfort, I still need to stretch my hand toward the wavering, uncertain, and nascent stars.
The quarantine was not from the on the calendar, but from the unrest within, the calm and unruffled surface versus the chaotic external distractions. The long winter vacation couldn't lengthen the feeling of wanting to catch up on the gaps in the high school entrance exam.
This is a rare opportunity to indulge in solitude.
I want to express the loneliness, it is a relationship with oneself, it is the sedimentation of self, the growth of the soul. The streetlights were dim, the streets were empty, pedestrians were few, and in the neighborhood, only our household seemed to be left, unlike the neighbors who were not usually seen, sometimes even the family was only one person. Parents don't understand quantum physics of water electrolysis, teachers and classmates can only look at each other and sigh across the screen, at this time, your twenty-four hours belong to you, and they are completely quiet. Loneliness creeps in, and I will not let it take advantage of the void, let alone the so-called noisy crowd.
Seeing a junior high school classmate with a QQ sign of 'I want to see the aurora,' I instinctively asked myself, 'Do you want to see the aurora?' Immediately, I affirmed this thought. Who can resist the myriad and ever-changing brilliance of the stars? But considering the probability, with no money to fantasize, the possibility is 0%, learning and working to accumulate wealth, the probability is greater than 0%, so let's continue to do the questions, this is just the first step.
The phone was beside, the chat was lively, it was a tangible and accessible excitement. The galaxy is boiling, and human ideals are waiting for us to pluck them from afar. The two are incomparable, and there is no chance of victory. It's okay to take a long journey, the silhouette is fleeting, only touching the vast sky and the sea, to meet the blooming flowers. Every healthy tree spears towards the sky.
Heightened self-discipline equals absolute freedom.
"Have you seen Los Angeles at 4 a.m.?" I thought, I may not be able to wake up at 4 a.m., but I at least need to maintain the same schedule as my class, ensuring that I can stand on the porch with the books to be memorized, witnessing the gradual ascent of the sunlight. Saving time to rush and queue for meals allows me to have more time to spend, of course, there must be no surplus. Finally, ninety-plus days and two hundred sixteen hours, I must squeeze every drop of time. Five minutes between classes to organize notes and reflect on questions, not lying on the table to sleep and rest. Finish assignments on time, and always reserve one or two hours to explore solutions, recite weak knowledge points, or take a timed test. 'Learn-eat-exercise-sleep' this monotonous pattern of returning between the bedroom, living room, and running machine is a pure self-planning mode of happiness. When learning is tired, exercise to relax; when exercising is tired, learn to relax; in any case, it's about relaxation. And sleeping is the greatest reward for a self-regulated rhythm, with eye-protective pads, physical fatigue (there's no physical fatigue at home) is all completely healed by the feeling of comfort and coolness, open my eyes, I'm a new day and a new warrior.
In the comfortable atmosphere of the family, I still maintain a tense mind. Take off the pajamas, put on formal wear, and action will unconsciously speed up, heart rate will unconsciously rise. I can clearly feel the changes in the external temperature, feel every living cell in my body, and feel that I am a person who is still struggling for ideals, not a pig wrapped in a warm shield.
""In times of national crisis, I wish you to step on the thorns but not to feel painful; I wish you have tears to shed, but not sadness; I wish you can see the light before the cold iron blade. (Source: Jiujiang No.3 Middle School, Grade 11, Class 4, Ou Yang Yu Ting)
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