Ask for an article I read in Yilin.

This article is called "What made you go to Peking University", which is very enlightening. The heroine's name is He, and she is the number one scholar. I've seen it before, but I just turned it out again:

I don't know what words to use to describe the day when I realized my dream in 2007. Language always limits the expression of emotions to some extent. The life of senior three is also mixed with a lot of flavor, which makes everyone who has walked seriously have endless feelings when looking back. Similar but different days have now become memories in my mind: chalk crumbs floated in the air for a long time, some written and constantly changed blackboard books were erased, the magic wand used by the class teacher to guide the mountains and rivers to stimulate words, and a problem in Jiangxi math class was analyzed n times. Before we understood the teacher's gloomy expression of hating iron and not turning into steel, my classmates and I held each other's dreams, big or small, but they were far away, almost numb every day and tried to be competent. Fortunately, in that day when there was nothing. Our dream of never giving up illuminates our way forward. Everyone has the origin of hysteria. Since junior high school, my dream is Fudan University. When I was in the third year of high school, I seemed to feel that I could meet my dream with both hands. I am instilled with the concept of college entrance examination countless times every day. I have no choice but to make one last attempt. I carved a few big characters on the small cupboard beside the bed and killed Fudan! I still remember my murderous look. Meditate once a day after getting up. I live the same life honestly and calmly, with peace of mind. Travel, crazy online shopping, gossip, love problems ... all abandoned by me, and seven-year-old Q came to an abrupt end. I'm really not a person who can study while playing. I am always tired, and occasionally I am complacent about my little success. My dream madness reached its limit when I first entered the third year of high school. Everything has become a college dream that I have recognized when the college entrance examination comes. Please make me full of ambition and try hard. Since the teacher announced the schedule of the college entrance examination review plan, I took out a brand-new notebook and began to record my senior three. On the first page, there are only a few words: Fudan, wait for me! On the second page, there are only a few lines: my college entrance examination goal is above 650 points. The third night was a passage: I know that everything will be friends. I will fail in the big exam and quiz, but I will never give up my efforts and hope. Environment can only affect me, but it can't determine my future. Only I decide my future. Do the things at hand in a down-to-earth manner and strive to make the dream possible. These three pages have been silently supporting my whole senior three life. As my high school teacher said: Whether you can fly out of this long mountain depends on the next college entrance examination. My middle school is a county middle school. Compared with other key high schools, it is too humble. Sometimes I think this is really a forgotten world. The school doesn't have good hardware, let alone enviable software. We don't have such preferential treatment as self-enrollment and walking students. For every child who has a dream outside the mountain, there are only two precious days for the college entrance examination, and from the moment he chooses the college entrance examination, many students, like me, meditate in their hearts: We must win this battle, because we know it can't be counted, otherwise, it will be difficult to go out in the last semester of Grade Three in the winter of 2007. 10 June, the first monthly exam came, and from that moment on, I began to feel the college entrance examination. I dare not leave home for a day. From my motherland's birthday to the end of my holiday four days later, I get up at 7: 00 every morning and do my homework until/kloc-0: 00 in the morning. During this period, I finish my meals and lunch breaks at my desk. We study hard at home. The first thing we do when we open our eyes is how to do the math problem that we left unfinished the night before. When you are tired, you fantasize about getting the admission notice from Fudan University. I am crazy enough to be the most honest student. Later, I learned that everyone has a source of hysteria. I think that in June+10 of that year, I hysterically wanted to be a bookworm who could think. After the monthly exam, the publicity column of the school became lively, with many lists and notices about senior three written on it. Suddenly I feel that my Goyle has gone far away and I can't see any shadow of it. I stood there dumbfounded, and the sentence posted on the desk no longer meant posturing. Senior three is not asking you to study in your life, nor to let your study penetrate into your life. Instead, don't forget to study at any time, and try to make yourself gain something in every time period, and the gain must be beneficial to the college entrance examination. What's wrong with being a thinking nerd in the college entrance examination, I think. It's repeated every day, simple and full, slightly boring, but it doesn't matter. I do. It's all worth it. When I climbed to the classroom on the fifth floor of the school in the morning, I was panting and sleepy. When I am sleepy, I pull my deskmate and ask: Tell me about the culture and history of the Tang Dynasty ... or face a pile of review materials with ink smell, I am a little nervous and complain. Has the price of paper dropped again recently, so that the school has not made it? Later, I got carried away in my seat, holding a book and a pen, desperately memorizing history, dividing dynasties and areas, until even the books seemed to be still outside the window. While eating a mouthful of rice at noon, I leafed through the next study task, thinking that I was busier than the Prime Minister, jogging on the playground after school, forcing myself to recite ancient Chinese while running, and sitting next to a lot of math problems at night, just like many articles wrote. Actually, it doesn't matter whether there is coffee or not. I haven't drunk it a few times, maybe it's just a symbolic thing ... this is my day, and I don't know if such a day will make others feel stupid and exaggerated. I can't stand it. But that's how I got here. I am an ordinary senior three. I'm stuck in senior three. I only know that the world has written so many questions. I am in class, and I am as calm as a small town in my hometown. I won't suffer any more. I will never eat for nothing near the college entrance examination. All kinds of papers arrived as scheduled, and I couldn't escape. The monthly exam is nothing. Every Monday. Starting from next semester, the curriculum of liberal arts grade will be completely revised, and it is absolutely normal for two classes to attend together. Every day, we will hand in a lot of papers that have condensed our hard work in reviewing for nearly a year, and we will also harvest a lot of papers with bright red scores. Score, this exciting guy is valuable. In the autumn of 2007, his courage was enough to shock all the senior three students who loved him and loved him, including me. Although I have long been an old hand in the exam, I am still worried that I will not get good grades in the exam. The frustration that every future exam failed to turn into steel hangs over me, and I feel that I have spent many days and nights on mathematics, but I have not got the red apple I expected. Liberal arts synthesis is also a subject that stings my nerves, with four multiple-choice questions and ten short-answer questions. A little negligence, I watched Hao Hao's score suddenly disappear, like a gorgeous encounter, and finally got nothing. But even so, I still clamor for Fudan every day, and I still do it seriously with a lot of papers every day, because my choice is no choice, so I have been studying and studying ... I like phased learning, and my study plan is very strong, usually two before the monthly exam. Two weeks before the exam is my most tired time. Therefore, I will treat myself once a month after the exam, whether it is good or bad, as long as I study hard. I have always pursued, suffered, and never ate for nothing. I'm a big fan of shopping, and jewelry stores are my favorite. The more you fail the exam, the more you like to dress up. Let yourself have a good little mood. Then hide in a small room and play tarot cards by yourself until you are satisfied. At that time, my views always filled me with expectations and surprises. This may be the best ornament in my boring life in the college entrance examination. There must be hope in life. For example, when you study hard, you subconsciously tell yourself that after this hurdle, there will be a wonderful thing waiting for you, and then the efficiency will be high, and every minute will be worthwhile. On the morning before the college entrance examination 15, I quietly watched the one-meter sunshine drilling into the window crack, so soft but full of power, shining on my written paper. I know that in the days to come, I must keep on working wholeheartedly. I also spent the last time of my senior three life as usual. Without special release and final revelry, my heart seems to sink in a quiet place. I don't know where I came from. Future success is equidistant from everyone. The day before the college entrance examination, when I entered the examination room in advance, there was no one there. I followed the serial number to my place, looked around the empty classroom and lined up tables, and asked myself: I will be here tomorrow, can I get a pass to Fudan from here? I turned my head and saw something hanging in the corridor. I actively prepared to face it calmly and got a big red banner. I think that's all. The two-day college entrance examination passed normally. Besides English, I took a nap for 15 minutes. I finished the Chinese composition in 35 minutes and the math multiple-choice questions and fill-in-the-blank questions in 25 minutes. The moment I really finished the exam and walked out of the examination room, when I faced the teacher and said the first sentence, I filled in all the papers except the last question of mathematics, which was very satisfying. When I walked home, I hid what I said to myself: I accepted the college entrance examination, for better or worse, I really tried my best. The next day after the exam, I got the correct answer and estimated my score. According to the admission situation in previous years, my score can go to Fudan, and I seem to be weighing the weight of that notice. I was excited for a long time, and all my expectations and worries about the future became fragments of ecstasy when my fantasy notice frame arrived. I was glad to know that I had become a manor, but I was really not ecstatic, although I thought about that name. Later, I went to Nanning to attend the enrollment consultation meeting. Facing the status of the top scholar, my teachers and parents are thinking about Peking University. At that time, I became at a loss. After all, I gave up my original dream of Fudan and chose Peking University. The charm of Peking University is irresistible to every senior three student. On the day of the consultation meeting, I went to the booth of Fudan University for a long time, then turned around and left silently ... After the college entrance examination, I sorted out all kinds of review materials used in the past year. The examination papers issued by the school are very crowded, occupying half the bookshelf. I went to the bookstore and bought a set of questions: 83 sets of Chinese, 52 sets of English, 65 sets of mathematics and 95 sets of liberal arts. In addition to the short answer questions of liberal arts, many notes and precautions were recorded in red, blue and black pens for other papers and sets of questions. I have read four math books from beginning to end for five times, and each one has my mood and date written on it. As a special English exercise, I made two reading books, three cloze, three grammar exercises and five history textbooks, and copied them 7.8 times. I cut a big book full of maps in the wild and put it in my pocket ... I fiddled with several sets of test papers and some messy pieces of paper. I don't know why, but my mind is blank. The sun shone through the window and shone before my eyes. I just want to sleep in the pile of books and forget everything ... others always think that I have been so excellent and smooth, but in fact, only I know what my life is like. Although I don't feel pain at all, on that sunny day, bitterness still haunts my body and I want to cry. I think of looking at the flickering alley outside the classroom every night during self-study, waiting for my mother to take me home, and I think of the collapse when I shut myself in my room for two whole days and stared blankly at the wall and didn't go to school. I told myself over and over again that this was a clever arrangement of God. Before the college entrance examination, he made me suffer a lot, which made me run smoothly. I came over again and again in hesitation and confusion, because I always believe that our future is not a dream, and future success is equidistant from everyone. There is never a beautiful spell that does not wait for glory. Now I don't know how to say my study method. Maybe my method is a bunch of sea tactics and a round of study summary and self-summary. None of us are children of God, and a soul will never be hurt by the pursuit of dreams. For the loss and pride, clarity and confusion of learning, the simplest thing is what kind of mood you have. Efforts will fail, and there will be times when I lose courage, but I must work hard. I am working hard. I need strength, silence and will. Everything is just a process, and success and happiness are my destination. Life can be boring, but you must be happy. We are not children of God, but children with dreams. After the college entrance examination, I once commemorated my senior three. I feel settled in Peking University. In the distant future, I will continue my boring life, make a veil with a smile and grow like a snail.