There are still 146 days left before the postgraduate entrance examination. Thinking about it, I seem to have done nothing in the past few years. Whether I like it or hate it, I just mess around day by day, hoping that I will get a moderately bad grade when I finally get to the end. I have been preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination since I entered my junior year. Today, I have not even read a page of the book, and I feel unwilling to give up.
People say that as we grow, we eventually find that we have turned into the person we hate the most. I don't want to just accept my fate. Before being sentenced to death, I have to give people a chance to appeal. I want to appeal. Looking at the rabbit-tail-long novel I threw on the Jinjiang River, I want to appeal.
This article will be written from today to the end of the day of the postgraduate examination. Counting one article per day today, I should have written 145 articles. I have always known that writing articles is lonely, but this article is my last struggle. If I fail this time, I will be destined to become a mediocre person in life, and my good words will be closed. This article is reserved for myself, but in case anyone who is destined can read it, I hope you will not find it boring. I am extremely grateful.