Sunshine recruitment

Sang Yu is her screen name, and we met in a QQ group called Wudaokou Accommodation Group.

Wudaokou is another name of the former Institute of Finance of the People's Bank of China, and now it is Wudaokou College in Tsinghua University, once known as the peak of financial postgraduate entrance examination. After the results of the postgraduate entrance examination came out, I don't know who built this group, but when we chatted enthusiastically in the group, we temporarily forgot the pain of failing the list.

Later we went to another school for a second interview, and I met her in reality. She is a typical southern girl with a delicate appearance and a light voice, but I always remember her stubborn eyes and hit the nail on the head talk. I still remember when I asked her why she had to take the Wudaokou exam, and she only answered eight words: "The mistake is extremely difficult and has far-reaching influence."

At that time, many people were admitted to Wudaokou in World War II or even World War III. It's the first time for me to take the exam, and it's the second time for her. We are all four points short of the retest line. Presumably, like me, most of the remarks she heard were: "Oh, almost, I will definitely be admitted next year!"

But even if "almost", I don't have the courage to take the exam for another year. She is also a little tangled, because one more year will bring the Third World War. No one can guarantee that you can pass the exam next year, and no one can help you share the loneliness of looking for hope with your eyes wide open in the dark and the great pressure of putting all your eggs in one basket. What's more, girls' youth is fleeting The school that has been gambling for three years, the worries of family members, the dissuasion of friends and their own doubts are like an insurmountable glacier.

But I only heard her talk lightly about how she rented a house off campus and studied alone during World War II. I admire her very much. If nothing else, the intensity of reviewing 14 or 5 hours every day has exceeded that of many graduate students. In the winter when there is no heating in the south, she is alone in the rental house, reading and doing exercises with a thermos. In such a desolate and barren environment, her heart is full of warm hope.

After the second interview, I was admitted. After many twists and turns, I gave up the idea of World War II for Wudaokou, but she resolutely went back to prepare for World War III.

Later, we didn't contact again. I started my life as a graduate student. She opened the math review books, small red books of English words and notes of specialized courses that I read many times. For a whole year, her QQ signature has always been Alain de Botton's sentence: "When we dig holes in the dark, we must try our best to turn tears into knowledge."

A year passed by, leaving no trace like every year in the past. The following spring, my friend sent me a link, which was the final admission list of Wudaokou. I saw her name at a glance, and the early spring wind blew in from the window, making people unable to restrain tears in their eyes. For the journey I gave up, she trudged to the end, and no amount of bright flowers and loud applause was enough to repay her. I imagined that she waded through the cold glacier alone, tasted the loneliness, nourished herself with strong inner strength when no one gave her encouragement, and finally came to a spring when flowers blossomed and the grass grew and the warbler flew.

Three years of youth is the entrance to a dream. How many people ask if it's worth it? Many people even refer to those who persist in postgraduate entrance examination for several years as "postgraduate entrance examination patients". But in the roaring and wandering of youth, there is never too much right or wrong and truth. The word "value" can be light or heavy, and the measurement lies in people's hearts. I knew early in the morning that the weak woman would eventually shine, like the sun shining on the vast Yuan Ye, like a meteor shining on the boundless sky.

-Fearless youth-

During this time, I sorted out the manuscript of the new book, and those vague past events came back with fresh moisture. I almost forgot that I wrote so many words for them. I think it's hard for me to write more honest and sincere handwriting with tears in the future. Because the frank, sincere and tearful years they represent are saying goodbye to me step by step, when I am reluctant to spend time dropping out of college.

Back to a year ago, when I wrote them silently, there were only 100 followers in Douban, and not many people saw them. However, there are hundreds of clients in the internship unit waiting for me to visit one by one, and they all have to endure my tireless hunger and thirst marketing under the pressure of the task. I don't remember their faces, their embarrassment before opening their mouths, or those indifferent responses with a little enthusiasm. I only remember the hot bus seat in the hot summer, taking a nap in the hot noon restaurant, and the product sheets wrinkled with wet sweat in my hand.

So after the internship, I can finally change my pants into watermelon red hot pants and walk on the road with my friends talking and laughing. I only see that the sky has become clear and high because of the early arrival of autumn. Big tents and soft clouds make people want to jump up and say hello loudly. We are all tanned and tired, but the pace towards the future is forceful.

Later, when I started looking for a job, I often took them out to have a look-when the recruitment notices were refreshed one by one in the subway station in Beijing in the late autumn evening, when Tianjin couldn't resist the sudden cooling and strong wind in the early winter, and when I waited in the waiting hall of Shanghai Railway Station to see the company profiles to be interviewed the next day. Those handwriting warmed themselves countless times before they warmed countless strangers later. When I don't know where to go, they remind me of the brave and fearless past, the figure running all the way and the red sun finally ushered in. Those handwriting, one by one, are jumping hot hearts, which can be permanently sealed between the lines.

Time went back to two years ago, which was also the summer vacation. I first saw the 10,000-hour theory in Alien. I wrote many wishes on my wish list, one of which is to publish a book. Later, it was a non-stop internship. Because of research, I always stayed up late in the study room at night. Tired and confused day and night, I repeatedly asked and thought, expecting fate to give me a chance to choose calmly. 1 1 month writing alone in the dormitory, pushing the window, white and fresh snow, like waking up from a big dream, makes people feel excited. The past is like falling snow. Only when I think of the way I have been running and growing up can I feel that the cold wind is not terrible. Only I can awaken the gentle spring with warm rain and mountains and rivers.

Back to four years ago, thousands of people were listening to graduate math classes in hot classrooms. I turned to look back from the first row, and their expressions were unexpectedly similar. Later, I saw the crowded and enthusiastic corporate presentation, at the crowded recruitment site, at the mobilization meeting of the company's new induction training, and in the crowd holding hands and having a warm conversation on campus.

I just know that that look belongs to countless young people, you and me, the most sincere desire for the future in the barren years, and the fearless youth that shines before being defeated by reality.

-Try to exchange a little tenderness-

At one time, a post called "Why Work hard" was widely circulated on the Internet. Someone asked me, why should I work hard? I think it's because there are too many things in life that you can't control even if you try hard. For example, the heart of the person you long for, the old face of your parents, and the time that has passed irretrievably like quicksand. So, why not cherish and strive for things that can be firmly held in your hand as long as you work hard?

After all, when you were young, all of you chased me and rushed to the front, just for a hearty and regretless time. Let countless seemingly mediocre souls, in fact, rich and stirring, show a gentle smile when they fall into memories.

You must know as well as I do that there is no other way to lead us to a gentle and beautiful spring except to wrap your collar tightly in the cold wind.

And I also know that before you are captured by mediocre reality, before you are embraced by trivial life, you will eventually shine, like the sun shining on the vast Yuan Ye, like a meteor shining on the boundless sky.

editorial comment/note

Youth is a ups and downs of the growth process, is a touch of laughter and tears regardless of success or failure. Maybe youth is short, but we can be enchanting in youth. Because for the sake of dreams, we will go all the way on this unknown and arduous journey without hesitation. No matter what twists and turns, as long as the mind is not old, as long as the mind is young and the sweat is washed away, we will eventually walk out of the ideal light and walk out of the beautiful youth.