日志
Struggling like no one is admonishing.
I woke up to the dazzle sunlight. Looking out of the window, I saw the leaves of the botany waving in the dense summer. Then I realised that time had incidentally elapsed so much. Desperation tumbled from the bottom of my heart. Once chose, my life was doomed to get stuck in gloomy.
The moment I sat in the training class, staring at those repugnant Japanese vocabularies, I felt a surge of huge pressure and unrestricted disgust occupied me. All that I could do was to witness all hopes dashed to pieces.
Miss Z. came to me after the whole morning's class, with her consistently mild smile on face. She told me, " Yesterday I received a message saying that there were a group of frogs climbing a magjestic mountain. But only one of them managed so. Then the succeeded one was found to be deaf afterwards who was able to ignore the surrounding's complaints and admonishments." I was dumbfounded. Maybe my anxiety was so obvious that she could detect it. She went on, " So it was unnecessary to be pessimistic. Never concerned about other's judgments. Just made your own life."
Having thanked her, I left as fast as I could before tears falling from my eyes.
I have been teetering on the brink of disorientation all the time after being told how distant my dream is. And I lose almost all of my fighting spitirs and passion due to my fearfulness of being defeated.
Undoubtedly, my tough journey towards dream is like to climb the Qomolangma covered with thistles and thorns. Despite such fact, however, I still long for being admitted by the best Research Institute of Foreign Language of the competitive city.
The teacher's faithful encouragements will stimulate me. I'm now determined to challenge the limits of life under the premise of realising the remote distance and the slim hope. Even if it means seeing no light at the end of the tunnel, I'm still willing to break the fetters and handcuffs of my life, and continue to be the disciple of dream!
