Work for two years after next week, after graduation for two years, the campus is getting farther and farther away from me. I am still at the place where I work on the first day. I don’t know whether I still have the ideal I once had. This problem has been lingering around me recently. Maybe I live deep in my heart but it is slowly buried by reality, or maybe it has already gone out. After graduation, I found a job from nine to five, from curiosity and excitement at the beginning, ignorance and ignorance to following the rules and doing nothing now. The two-year work in the system makes me feel the most: innovation and self-determination are not welcomed, and making every little thing do not make mistakes is the best work performance, and you are a good employee in China. This kind of working condition made me feel painful at first, then I felt numb after thinking about it. Step-by-step work, dealing with those trivial work year after year. Most of the time, I deeply doubt my original choice. As a living person, I was tied up by my work to survive. I was too TMD to achieve success. My mood burst into a burst, from time to time. I felt that every day I was not destroying work, but work was destroying me. I thought about not going to work every day, but I always sat in front of the computer in the office on time, with an obedient and sensible look. If I had been working as usual, I would still work instead of finishing my work. Many years later, I would have become the appearance of many colleagues now. I worked from nine to five and worked step by step. My mood was neither supercilious nor surprised. The present of him (her) is my future, the ordinary life that I can see at a glance. Once, who ever thought that we might become such ordinary people? When we were young, we all had one or even several great dreams. We could proudly say to the world: I want to be a scientist when I grow up, and I want to be an inventor, I wanted to build planes and cannons. When I was young, I always felt that I was unusual. I was different from the children around me. Playing small depends on my good grades, I firmly believed that I would become a scientist when I grew up, although I didn’t know what a scientist was or what kind of scientific parents were at that time, but I often show confidence and pride in front of other students. Comparing today and evening, I found that I was not as good as when I was young. Now I don’t have the courage and confidence that I don’t know where I came from. A few days ago, everyone in the high school group talked about the humbleness of real work and the ideal bone feeling in dreams. I also raised my confusion and anxiety to the group. Z, who is about to graduate, encouraged me to stick to what I love, but she has been running on the road of striving for her ideal. I kept silent for a long time. The insipid work and the comfort around me made me forget those ideals and love that were once full of passion. I admire a girl like her. No matter under what circumstances, she dares to stick to and express her ideal. They exude a power that is bound to succeed. I know that smart people don’t have to go to doctoral studies, but at least they should read themselves in life and define their own direction. We used to be a group of children who held their hearts and dream world, but we didn’t insist on the determination and persistence of Qingsong not to relax. On the way of growing up, many of us gradually became an ordinary adult when we walked, just like a tiny dust in the wind, water drops, flowers and leaves, or nothing. However, fortunately, we are still young, and we can all regain our dreams. Struggle, dog life!

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