今天是 2017 年 12 月 18 日，是再日常可是的一天了。
每到年根儿，心里总有莫名的伤感，每种人都在商酌 2017 年温馨经验了不怎么，可回想年底指标，却难免对天长叹，恨不得时光倒流，把这么些安插统统删除，这样仍能仰不愧天些。
明天无意翻开 QQ 空间，十几篇日记安静地待在此边，仅仅瞥见两页标题，便直戳内心，有个别熟识依然，某个可笑相当。细细想来，那个文字然而笔者最实际的心目活动，而大学前五年以至都以在悲春伤秋，就如那个世界都是与我为敌，寻不得出路，觅不到解药，唯有用文字来发泄心中的这些当激情。
这个叫…培根 蛋饼 双椒饭
（小说首发于 2013 年 1 月 13 日，为了有助于阅读，此处做了删除）
The moment I stumbled across the writing task in the middle of the English examination during the two-day fateful battle, what popped into my mind was this phrase, illuminating but penetrating, which had epitomized the whole strenuous drill. My mind wandered while the other fighters completed their own missions. It was all about the determination as well as fortitude, everyone hastily agreed, or so it seemed. It is acknowledged that one who has a willing heart will wind up being the most admired general after the tribulation, and overshadow all his contemporaries.
By and large, the fundamental wisdom shared by the troops of graduates rested on the harsh reality that the intimidating future will not fully embrace the newcomers unless proven. All of us, I believe, is driven by some unknown yearning, the potential force which strengthens us. To our enduring gratitude, we came, we saw and we conquered till the end.
Luckily, the whim faded away as I put pen to paper. Leaving behind every trivial stuff, I somehow managed to concentrate. The other day vanished in a puff where I constantly calmed down myself with “Yes, I can.” Every second, every hour seemed to hypnotize and confine me in the little universe. The truth that I was not strained was perplexing at first, but it was later justifiably explained by one of my teachers that I was entitled to a host of choices even the result turned out unsatisfying.
Relieving as the exhortation is, I could not help wondering how the road would end up. After the action concludes, I decide to enjoy my life of leisure. However, whenever I catch a glimpse of the forum or anything relevant to the post-graduate examination, my heart races and then I would be curious enough to rush the pages. A maxim remarked by one of the candidates enlightens me: Always hoping for the best and expecting the worst. That is human’s nature all over.
However, along the road every single foe is no easy to be taken down, both physical ordeal and mental stress. It is more than clear to describe the stereotyped routine of a workaholic.
As usual, he wakes up subconsciously at 6:40 in the morning while other roommates are still playing their own inception games. Then, after scrambling for the regular seat in piles of arrogant books, he is fortunate enough to be glued to his domain during the whole day. At times, he has to wave gracefully to other devoted students and even wrestle with the strike squad of librarians. The frequent episodes of dominating and defending territories never die away.
Often, there are passionate reciters who strain to appreciate the texts in the corridors; there are enthusiastic soldiers who endeavor to seize the beachhead and make a heavy blow to hard-to-digest puzzles. The invisible pressure heightens whenever he stares at those dedicated ones, and he moves on with another wave of attack on the obscure articles.
When his most familiar ally repeats the padlock at 21:50, he hurriedly clears the table with a regretful look, hoping desperately to land a higher rank the next day. As he expects to call it a night, the assignment from other courses visits him, with which he engages swiftly but sluggishly. So, this typical pattern goes on and on until the ultimate showdown. Three, two,one…Bang...
Perennially, the mental limbo is no less profound than the energy-sapping preparedness. The long-standing confrontation between the ideal and the efforts continues to sink in my mind. So many temptations are there that I have to reinforce my resistance, shunning anything that lures me into indulgence. But it is always harder than imagined. Hesitation, weariness and anguish occasionally assault me violently, and by savoring them the hard way I come to realize the gist of fighting as incisively expressed in an old saying: As the going gets tough, the tough gets going. I then double my arms and charge again.
So the Odyssey takes a lifetime to pursue. While I have been striving forward, I feel indebted to a bunch of comrades, who are always behind my back and watchout for me, and in particular, to my beloved one.
I am much grateful for what U have sacrificed and I promise to be stronger because of U. Many thanks~
A New Chapter and A New Calling…