Have you ever been moved to tears by yourself?

In 212, I was a sophomore, and I set up a fitness card with my roommates. We would meet at least three days a week to go to the gym to exercise together.

it is euphemistically called exercise, but in fact it is to lose weight.

At the beginning of the university, three-fifths of our dorms were worried about their weight. Of course, these three girls included me. In order to lose weight, I can try thousands of methods, hoping that one can be done once and for all, and I can have no worries. Of course, it's all a thousand nights.

We went on a hunger strike and didn't eat every night for a month. We insist on not eating for a week and only eating fruit for several weeks; We insist on running around the playground ten times a day for several months; We insist on going to the gym for exercise for at least half an hour every day.

We will try all kinds of methods, whatever we can think of and do.

every fat person is a potential stock, not because of losing weight, and we didn't know that we could be so persistent.

because of losing weight, we have enjoyed the joy of being too thin, and also tasted the bitterness of being useless and the pain of rebounding after being too thin.

even so, for the love of beauty in adolescence, we still enjoy it and fight with ourselves to the end.

Go to the gym. Let's exercise first, then take a bath, and then go back to school.

It is our compulsory course to ride a spinning bike and run on a treadmill every day.

As usual, we were running on the treadmill. I set the same pace and time as before, but I felt dizzy and nauseous in the middle, and it was dark. Hold on for a while. When I got off the treadmill, I held my hand on the wall and leaned against the windowsill, only feeling that everything in front of me was spinning. When my roommate saw that my face was wrong, he immediately asked me how it was, was it uncomfortable? I gave a reply, and maybe I could just take a break.

It's not good to have a rest. My stomach is like a sea wave, and my body can't support it. I just want to fall down. When my roommate saw it, he immediately came down, helped me, called two other friends and called the gym owner.

In the gloom, I only heard him say that this has happened before. Just go back and have a rest.

So, the gym owner sent us back to the dormitory. With the help of my roommate, I climbed into bed and went to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, I was glad that I was still alive, and I clearly remembered what happened last night, not only thanking my roommates for their help. But silently left tears.

2

On May 4, 216, I took part in the marking work of the school. More than 5, papers need to be marked in two or three days, and the work intensity can be imagined.

I insist on sitting in front of the computer for more than ten hours every day, staring at the computer, changing words and numbers from time to time in my mind, and enduring the teacher's irregular review.

I don't feel well, but it's nothing serious. Now that I have signed up for this job, I have to try my best to finish it myself. This is a responsibility and a principle of self-action.

The first day was fine, and the next afternoon, I dragged my tired body and sat by the computer. At that moment, I only felt that my whole body was not mine. I resisted the pain and went out to call my roommate outside the classroom and asked her for help to replace me.

After that, I immediately rushed to the school hospital. The doctor asked me why I didn't come earlier for a check-up. I said I just felt my back ache, and I didn't feel anything serious, because I had been in good health, so I came.

I went for a general checkup, and the doctor told me that I had to be hospitalized. Only then did I feel that my body was not made of iron, and I couldn't go against my body after all.

I was hospitalized for ten days in a row, received at least three bottles of intravenous injection every day, and had a high fever of 3 degrees at night. Fortunately, with the help and care of my roommate, I spent this difficult time.

after illness, I am full of energy again.

3

During this period, I went to school to work during the day and read and write when I came back at night, dragging my tired body, and still insisted on writing an article every day.

every night, I drag myself to bed and tell myself why you are torturing yourself so much, but I still do the same thing willingly the next day.

Sometimes I prepare my lessons late, and sometimes, if I can't write for several days in a row, I feel deeply powerless. Even if I have this feeling, I never want to give up.

There have been such scenes and inner struggles many times in my life. When a voice told me, give up, why do you torture yourself so much? Another voice will always ring. This is what you like and what you are willing to do. Why do you feel so difficult?

it's always another voice that beats the previous one and then chooses to move on the next day.

In life, you will encounter countless times of death with yourself, and countless times of inner struggle. Have you never hesitated before making a decision?

no, when judging something, I will choose it even if it is one percent more correct.

no regrets?

So this percentage is very important. If you choose another decision, you will regret it more than you do now.

even if there is a one percent chance, you have to try, right?

Everyone has fallen, lost and suffered, just like every "young Werther".

during the day, the sun rises and sets. Life is the same, there are days and nights, but there are not regular sunrises and sunsets like the real sun. Some people live in the sun all their lives, while others have to live in the dark night all the time. What people are afraid of is that the sun that has always existed will never rise again, that is, they are very afraid that the light that originally shone on them will disappear.

There is no sun in my sky. It is always night, but it is not dark, because something has replaced the sun. Although it is not as bright as the sun, it is enough for me. With this light, I can regard night as day. I never had the sun, so I'm not afraid of losing it.

both optimism and pessimism are unrealistic. A thing that is obviously hopeless, if handled optimistically, is naive to me.

be a sincere person, never give up your love and persistence in life, and live an infinite life in a limited time and space.

All the things that have flowed away have turned into a flock of butterflies. Although it has long been understood that most of the life in the world belongs to ephemerality, and butterflies also belong to ephemerality, I am still dazzled by its colors, and feel that all the mystery and beauty of life have revealed all the answers in the transformation. And many colorful butterflies are flying around at the bottom of Shamao Mountain. In this way, year after year, just for the color of the butterfly when it is regenerated.

countless people, you and I, have been touched by ourselves to despair and to cry.

No matter how you cried last night, when you wake up the next day, the city is still full of traffic, happy or unhappy. You and I need to smile at tomorrow.