Seeking an inspirational article about Peking University is like an unbeaten flower.

The beauty of burning one's bridges: from self-taught candidates to Peking University graduate students

Don't think that only successful people are blessed by heaven, but anyone can. As long as you know not to indulge in illusory hope, know how to pick up hope and put it into action, know how to hold hope in your hand and be closer to reality, and never let go of hope.

I remember who once said that as long as there is memory, the past will never pass. The admission notice of Peking University is on my desk, close at hand, and I can finally calm down and write down many stories that happened during the difficult postgraduate entrance examination. I think, no matter what happens in the future, I will never forget the bits and pieces of these years. In the drizzle of Jiangnan, some indelible impressions gradually became clear. ...

A dream between a piece of paper.

In the memory of 1999, the sun is like a fire, surrounded by hope and happiness. After the senior high school entrance examination, my childish face seemed to have raised the expression of declaring war on the ivory tower in the distance, but I just put away all hope and learned to be indifferent. Because my family is poor, I lost the possibility of realizing my dream. I can't even afford to go to high school. How can I imagine that distant university? So, I entered junior college with the first grade in the senior high school entrance examination in the county.

In the first two years of college life, I lived a miserable life. In the boring days, I wasted my youth and painted the land into a prison. The girl who faced life with a smile and awakened her depressed classmates with beautiful poems seems to be dead.

Later, by chance, I read "The Road to Postgraduate Entrance Examination by Wind and Rain" by my fellow villager Zeng Huafeng. He is also from Shaoyang, Hunan. He graduated from a normal school. Through my own efforts, I got the self-taught undergraduate diploma, and got a postgraduate degree in literature and art from the Chinese Department of Peking University. After reading this article, I was so excited that I almost shouted in the classroom. Zeng Huafeng's experience gave me great encouragement. I don't think I should cry for spilled milk. Since we missed the sun, we can't miss the stars again. In the evening, I excitedly wrote a line in my diary: I slept too long, I'm going to fly!

In 2002, the cold wind was bleak, and I embarked on the road of chasing my dreams.

As soon as school started, I asked my teacher for a week's leave. I didn't say hello to anyone except my deskmate, and quietly went to Changsha to register for the self-study exam. In that strange city, I was helpless and went to the College of Literature of Hunan Normal University with a big bag on my back. An hour and a half's drive, I fell asleep wearily in the rickety carriage, and warmed the cold air in February with my dreams in the bumps. In my dream, I vaguely heard the call of my hometown. Staring at the small campus drifting away, I swear that this will be a turning point in my life.

I have always been a person with dreams. Those dreams are gorgeous and far away. I always look at them from a distance. For the first time, I embarked on a difficult and long road to realize my dream. I was busy with my dream and did many things just to get closer to it. The process of this effort is hard and sweet. I feel the beauty of youth for the first time, and I have surging passion.

Walking alone in a distant dream

Back to school, I began to go out early and return late. Even sleeping is a luxury for me, not to mention a happy life of "doing whatever I want".

The school lights out early. I read books on the balcony with a flashlight every night. I force myself to sleep at two or three in the evening, and I often can't sleep. Fortunately, with the support of my dreams, my energy has become extremely abundant. The hard work of staying up late didn't make me long for the warmth of the bed. At 5: 30 every day, I promise to get up on time and start a day of study. The style of study in our school is not very good, and the whole teaching building is always me. The empty classroom and the whistling wind make people feel particularly desolate. Man is a lonely animal. Only by constantly doing something can we forget this loneliness. I read books day and night, and I have little rest time. Only in this way can I feel full.

The next few years were wonderful for other students, but all I left was a bleak and lonely memory: I rarely spoke, and I was extremely depressed, but no one could talk to me and no one would understand. But everything pays off. All the courses I applied for passed at one time, and all the doors were above 80 points. In 2004, I graduated from junior college, successfully passed the thesis defense of examiner college, and got the undergraduate diploma of Hunan Normal University. I also got a bachelor's degree certificate because of my excellent grades. Hope and confidence are like seeds of awakening. After the long winter, they germinated on the barren and dry land again.

Reality sleeps, dreams wake up.

I thought the next thing was to prepare for Peking University, but it was far more complicated than I expected.

The campus of Peking University is beautiful and the school gate is antique, but not everyone can step into that threshold happily. The embarrassment of having less porridge and more monks makes everyone who wants to enter Peking University feel embarrassed in the face of the huge gap between reality and dreams. On the other hand, I am one of the few people who persist in fantasy. The first killer that the postgraduate entrance examination threw at me was to defeat my seemingly powerful but fragile self-confidence with cruel facts.

Knowing that I was determined to apply for Peking University, a teacher who was usually very kind to me made a special trip to talk to me, saying that the threshold of Peking University was unattainable and the risk of entering Peking University was too great. It's better to change to a more sure school. My nerves have become more fragile than ever, vacillating between unattainable dreams and relatively safe retrogression. A friend of Beijing Normal University also said: "It is much easier to apply for our school. If you really do well in the exam, it's a big deal to go to the unnamed lake and cry. " I kind of want to give up. But before giving up, I think, no matter what, I will take a look at Peking University, which I love so much, to mourn the disillusionment of this dream. So a man got on the train to Beijing.

Peking University is more beautiful than I expected. The unnamed lake is full of willows and azaleas, and the students are proud and happy, which just sets off the solemnity and sacredness of Peking University campus. It was a very hot Sunday afternoon, I won a victory, and I found my persistent belief again. That afternoon in the quiet and beautiful campus of Peking University, I made a big decision: I still want to take the Peking University exam.

My fighting spirit was aroused again. I don't want to wake up from a dream that I have had for more than ten years. I don't want to work hard for the word "insurance" in recent years. Even if I bumped my head in front of reality, even if I lost in the examination room, I still don't regret my decision. At that time, I didn't realize how much magic this obsession would have, which made me stick to the dream of Peking University. I didn't even realize how much it would cost to get this beautiful concept I had when I was a child. I just followed closely and recited it over and over again.

I bought a little bargain with my arrogance without knowing it, and I didn't realize it at all. In fact, this is a good start.

Perseverance makes the dream finally come true.

After I came back from Beijing, I posted a big slogan "I was admitted to Peking University" on my bedside. I shouted it several times before going to bed every day to increase my confidence.

Reading books and doing test papers have once again become the whole content of my life. I sleep late every day, but the alarm clock that wakes me up is set earlier and earlier. Sometimes at home, tears will fall from my back and I want to throw all my books out of the window. However, as long as you meditate on "Peking University" several times, you will immediately calm down. My head is heavy and my heart is blank. I am willing to bury myself in that small room that seems to be corroded by boring time and read politics, English, professional books and academic works over and over again. Dozens of notes filled with annotations, papers that have been carefully done, revised and analyzed more than half a meter high, and more than 300 professional academic works that have been read more than twice. In the cold winter and spring with abnormal climate, I used my chapped hands and rough handwriting to weave the sacred and unique dream in my heart word by word, question by question.

Over the past year, I have been fighting against the inferiority of a self-taught candidate and the tragic reality of cross the rubicon. When I was depressed, I tried to grab my chips-but there was nothing but hard work. I think, those who have worked hard for the postgraduate entrance examination will certainly be able to appreciate the narrow beauty of breaking all the retreat and having no choice, and will feel the tragic and helpless mood.

After signing up, I thought I would walk into the examination room on this busy and practical day, but just two weeks before the exam, I was seriously ill because of too much pressure. I have a bad cold, and there is no medicine to help. Later, after 6 days of intravenous drip, my arm was still full of pinholes during the exam. From this, I draw a conclusion: you should exercise regularly when preparing for the exam, and the postgraduate entrance examination is actually a double competition of intelligence and physical strength.

During the two days of the exam, nervousness is inevitable, but for us who have been through many battles, as usual, it is no problem to face it calmly. The last exam was a professional foundation. The last exam was handed in, and there was no one in the classroom. The invigilator showed a rare smile: "Have you finished the exam?" "Well, my graduate life is finally over." The moment I walked out of the examination room, my feet were a little soft and my brain was buzzing. Tired as a mountain, I am tired, really tired, and I handed in my paper, as if I had given up my life. Hundreds of days and nights full of sweat and tears! That overwhelming feeling flooded in and drowned me silently. On April 6th, Peking University published the admission list online, and I was accepted. In this way, my graduate life came to an end. That paragraph made me cry, made me grow up sadly and stubbornly, and took away countless past events in my lush years. But those stories that have gone away are indelible, like a harp in the night wind, which will touch people's heartstrings forever and ever.