I'm waiting for an answer.

Through the crowd at dawn, looking back at night arrival.

Single-player campaign

The darkness under your feet is everywhere.

Endure a lot of troubles and nervousness.

Time is stagnant towards the torrent, and the future is far away.

It seems that traps are everywhere, expecting malicious attacks.

The mood of nowhere to put, has its own cemetery.

Will loneliness make people sink or deepen, in this crazy and quiet night

Without noticing the passage of time, the days seem to come to an abrupt end.

Through the land of luji, from dusk to night.

Leave a lonely, tired and hazy vision.

A brief image, drifting away at any time.

Maybe I'll come here again

But I don't know in what capacity and purpose.

The temptation of the unknown, gently bewitch the sensitive melancholy.

I hope the days will pass slowly and come soon.

Sometimes I feel powerless to obey God's will, and sometimes I have to sail against the current.

Suddenly, I pity the moving life in my body and the restless soul in all my bodies.

Now I'm a little tired.

Learning to let go and digest those emotions that make you uneasy is growth.

I suddenly found that talking with a person is a waste of time, so all the swords and thorns of my thoughts are aimed at myself, and I will gradually become numb and get used to this feeling of happiness.

I have passed the stage where I can cry at any time, but the scenes I have walked through will still jump into my mind from time to time. It's been a month since I came back from the summer camp, and I don't remember or want to recall my feelings at that time. Maybe now is the best arrangement. I have no way out. I have no way out but to study and repeat this monotonous day. I can't watch myself fail a little and lose everything I have won or owned. I occasionally have a moment of indulgence, just a moment.

I am good at weaving myself into a sentimental web. I am a struggling fish. Maybe there's nothing wrong with it. I am more calm in a sad mood.

The days wandered lightly, leaving me with a heavy journey.

I can give myself a good ending. I thought the same thing.

I don't know when I started, but I failed to live up to all my illusions about graduation season. From primary school to the third year of college, I am an excellent student, at least I think so myself. After graduating from primary school, I got an A in all subjects. Before entering junior high school, the diagnostic exam was the fifth in the whole region, and the first monthly exam was the first. After the third grade, I went directly to the best local high school, and I got a three-year scholarship. Although I failed in the college entrance examination, I didn't live up to myself in my studies and style.

In the summer vacation at the end of the next semester, how I hope my senior three life will be beautiful and complete from the beginning-when I pack my bags and leave, I won't feel sad, and I won't still worry about the uncertainty of dust; I can give pertinent advice and enthusiastic encouragement when handing things over to my junior; I can meet those people I want to see calmly and wave goodbye calmly; I can grieve for leaving without restraint, and I will write poems to commemorate it ... and these will only come true if my research is successful.

However, the fact is still far from the wish. When all those attempts and efforts went up in smoke, I had no choice but to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination. As a result, my senior three changed from a perfect ending in fantasy to a new beginning. "Happy people are almost the same, but unfortunate people are unhappy in their own way", so is the postgraduate entrance examination. Everyone's pain and gain are different. When I went back to school to review in the summer vacation, I felt a sense of World War II. There is a faint sense of frustration in my heart. Frustration and pain should not always come to mind, but they can't be forgotten for a long time. They must be reminders lurking in the consciousness so that they can be called at any time. On a sultry night, in an empty dormitory, lying in bed, I can hear my inner screams, and sometimes my eyes and nose will be very sour. Dare not look at friends circle. The happiness of others makes my heart more empty. Slowly, I have no expectation of what to celebrate after the exam. I seem to have foreseen all the sufferings I have to endure.

Prepare for the final exam in the first week after the initial exam of postgraduate entrance examination. The mood at that time was relaxed and cheerful. I seem to automatically block negative thoughts, and the whole person is full of happiness. The next week, I "quit" the habit of taking a nap, eating two meals a day, and finalizing the first draft of the paper. Then the whole person is in a state of exhaustion and trance. I wanted to finish my thesis and go home happily, but I was really unhappy. One night before I went home, I saw my sister in World War II's birthday in a circle of friends, and I suddenly felt bad. I clearly remember seeing her one year ago today. At that time, she might be as anxious and hopeful as I am today, waiting for the result. At that time, she said wittily, thank you, parents, for making me look like a loser today, but I can't repay you ... Later, she took the exam for 300 years, but the score of that major was higher. She chose World War II without adjustment. I started by wishing her a happy birthday. She still looks like a naughty girl. At the end of the chat, she said that she rented a house next to the school this year, and she wanted to cry when she was reviewing, and she was almost robbed. But what can I do to make her dry her tears and go back to school? Sister, prepare for the second interview and thesis, and prepare for the worst.

I was on the verge of collapse almost every day during my two days back home. I can't ask for help. People are saving themselves. Today is June 25th, 65438+ 10, and the postgraduate entrance examination is over for a whole month. It turned out that a month was so fast, and in the end it probably seemed like I had never lived.

People's memories of pain are often forgotten. Looking back at these fragments, they are fragmented and lack many vivid details. Dusty is the result of selective memory decline. All human sufferings are essentially anger at their incompetence. People have too many insurmountable limitations, and there are shackles everywhere. But it's lucky to feel pain instead of numbness. Because there is pain, we must bear it, bear it, and fight back. Saying "pain" is too general. Pain is the experience of frustration and injustice in the process of realization, and pain is the sorrow that has not been realized or can not be realized. The road is too dangerous and lonely, so reduce the perception of pain, be brave and firm, cherish the perception of pain and stick to it.

I wish everyone good grades.

After the second interview, I didn't leave immediately, but walked around the campus for a long time, because I was afraid that I would just be a tourist next time.

My mind is in a mess, and my nervousness has not calmed down, so expectation, anxiety and fear follow.

I was lying in a hotel bed, very hungry, but I didn't want to move. Without expectation, I began to cry quietly. I fantasize that I will leave here sadly tomorrow, just a little more vicissitudes and despair than 20 15.

My cell phone rang. The teacher said it was accepted.

Suddenly I have the strength to go out and find food.

Except for the article 20 16.03.25, which was added later, everything else was written on the date. What a coincidence, today is also the 6th, a whole year and a month after the first article.

On July 18 this year, the banner "If you hate him, let him go to the postgraduate entrance examination, it's hell there" hung in the Shandong Hall in Jinan, Shandong Province. In fact, the simpler people are, the easier they are to succeed, and most people, besides studying, suffer too much psychologically.

I clearly know that I am such a "complicated" person. Last semester in senior three, I was in a state of uncontrollable collapse. The tension and anxiety in the exam are nothing, but the compulsive psychology has exhausted me. The rational self stands aside and says it doesn't matter, but the other self can't entangle it repeatedly, because what I'm worried about is not worth mentioning at all, so I don't want to say it.

I was nervous to death at the beginning of the first Chinese class in the college entrance examination. I have read the first article several times, unknown so, but I still have one problem to finish. After my grades came down, I almost didn't sleep all night, as if I had been dreaming a big dream in the spring and autumn for three years in high school. Now that I'm awake, I have to accept the ending. Many people advised me to repeat my studies. I knew that in my present state, I would inevitably repeat the same mistakes, so I earnestly volunteered and went to college at one breath.

In the year of postgraduate entrance examination, there is always a period of time, as if returning to the bleak days of a few years ago. The difference is that you can only be responsible for yourself without your family and fighting side by side. It's like growing up in the dark, just relying on the imagination of light to absorb nutrition, work hard and wait for that day.

"Nothing is omnipotent" is the final position and the answer to cross the rubicon. Think of a teacher's graduation message-"If one day, walking on the dry and boiling river bed, I hope you will take your time and face the light silently."