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Inspiring articles for the college entrance examination - struggle with life

It inspired me to stand up bravely from the lowest point of the college entrance examination. Now I am about to embark on the journey of the postgraduate entrance examination, so I carefully I found it, and I believe it can accompany all my friends through the more than 300 days and nights leading to the postgraduate entrance examination in 2008. I believe it will give me supreme spiritual energy, because the author's strength has moved me in the past. It touches me, it touches me now, and it will touch me forever in the future...

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In June 2001, there were only twenty days before the college entrance examination. . The results of the three mock exams all set the highest record in the history of No. 1 Middle School. I am full of confidence in the upcoming college entrance examination.

As the college entrance examination is approaching, the summer weather is getting hotter day by day. While taking a shower, I discovered a number of tiny bleeding spots on my body. I thought it was an allergy and it would get better in a few days, so I ignored it and put all my energy into preparing for the college entrance examination. However, the bleeding spots on the skin did not disappear as I imagined. Instead, they increased day by day and gradually spread all over the body. At the same time, bruises appeared one after another on the body. My mother used moxa leaf water to scrub me, but it had no effect at all. I had to brave the 39-degree heat and wear long clothes and long pants to go to school.

By the end of June, study had entered a feverish stage, but my health was getting worse day by day. I started having nosebleeds that couldn't stop. There are more and more bruises on my body, even on my eyelids and ears. My parents anxiously flipped through various medical books but couldn't find anything, but I insisted on waiting until I finished the college entrance examination before going to the hospital. So the days passed by day by day, and the pressure of the college entrance examination and physical discomfort made me anxious. I gritted my teeth and silently endured the pressure that others did not have to endure, without letting my teachers and classmates know.

July finally entered, schools were closed, and I started vomiting blood and phlegm. On July 7, I entered the examination room together with tens of thousands of candidates. On July 9, after finishing the last exam in the morning, I was admitted to the hospital in the afternoon. The blood test technician couldn't believe his own eyes. After collecting blood four times in a row, he finally handed me the test form helplessly. Platelets only have 11 units, while normal people should have 100-300 units.

I was lying on the hospital bed with a hanging needle in my hand, but I was planning how to spend the summer vacation. At that time, I had no idea that such a difficult period of time would be waiting for me.

The first bone puncture showed that the bone marrow was slightly shifted to the left, and aplastic anemia was suspected, but this was later denied. Ten days later, my condition did not improve, so my parents took me to the Institute of Hematology, Union Hospital of the Chinese Academy of Sciences in Tianjin.

After the second bone puncture, he was diagnosed with essential thrombocytopenia, a blood disease rarer than leukemia. The cause is still unknown. High-dose hormones and gamma globulin are injected simultaneously. Spending several thousand yuan a day makes an already poor life even more difficult.

My father followed the doctor like a primary school boy and asked when he had time. He looked so cautious, which made me feel sad. In the eyes of my parents, my daughter, who they worry about, is far more important than themselves.

Such low platelets may cause major bleeding at any time. If the bleeding site is in the internal organs or brain, the consequences will be disastrous. It was already dark and my mind went blank. The problem that I have always been unwilling to admit and dare not face finally faced me, and that was death. Death, like what? The night was so dark that I suddenly felt very scared. I cried, and I, who always consider myself strong, cried secretly. I lay in bed at night, listening to the chirping of unknown summer insects outside, and the silence of the night became more and more scary. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw white, white everywhere, depressing white. I curled up in a large hospital gown, nestled on the bed, stretched out a pair of hands that were pricked to pieces, trying to grab something, but couldn't grab anything. My body and soul are no longer mine, only the pain is mine.

Every day, bottles of fluids are injected into the body, and tubes of blood are drawn from the body. I became silent and accepted it all with my eyes closed. Pain, the twin sister of life, reminds me all the time and makes me clearly aware of the existence of life. I was at a loss in front of the sudden fate, chewing on the frustration and helplessness.

The college entrance examination has ended. It came with great vigor and left smoothly. I got a good score of 711 points, ranking fourth in Yueyang City and 101st in Hunan Province. The University of International Business and Economics in Beijing, which I have always longed for, started enrolling students. I met the required scores, eyesight, and height of over 1.65 meters, so they notified me for an interview. I was full of hope, thinking that my dream would finally come true. But just two days before the interview, a large dose of hormones suddenly caused a huge change in my appearance, a change that was impossible to face. The doctor downplayed it and said it was a common drug reaction and nothing serious.

They said it was no big deal, but it was enough to make me fail the interview!

I lost my original pretty face and the opportunity to study in that university. I don’t know why fate is so unfair to me and why it hits me again and again. What's the point of struggling for so many years? So what if I endure the illness and take the college entrance examination? So what if I got high marks? It's all in vain! It's all in vain!

I was angry and aggrieved, but I didn’t cry. I won't cry anymore. Crying, what's the use of crying; tears, what's the use of tears!

My lost ideal, my spiritual home, the name that I have recited countless times, the name that inspired me to fight countless times in the long night, just missed me. At such a junction in my life, I felt a pain, indescribable and everywhere.

I have no way to change what has become a fact, so I can only accept it, although it is painful but there is nothing I can do about it. Reality cannot be adjusted, the only one who can adjust is yourself.

Everything is destined, everything is fate.

Is it true that people can never fight against fate? Is it true that things that are destined can never be changed? No matter how hard I worked before the exam, no matter how good my mock scores were, no matter how peaceful my mind was, it was never worth an illness arranged by fate. This disease destroyed my body, changed my appearance, and blocked my future. I should be outstanding, but facing my weak body, I have nowhere to escape.

For the convenience of treatment, I applied for Hunan University in this province. After I entered school, I had to drag my sick body between school and hospital, give up all activities, give up all competition, and silently do what I should do.

In the difficult life, occasionally I will look up and think back to my high school years. At that time, the top three best students in the city belonged to me, the conductor of the 100-member band belonged to me, the first prizes in composition, English, chemistry, and biology competitions belonged to me, and the first prizes in piano, speech, debate, and hosting competitions belonged to me... But why did I become the leader overnight? Has everything changed? Why do I have to lose so much? I can't figure it out!

In this way, the seemingly peaceful days passed day by day, and I was almost a semester in college. But in January this year, I suddenly had bleeding from my mouth and nose. When I went to Xiangya Hospital for a checkup, I found that my platelet count was only 4 units. The doctor gave me a blood transfusion while notifying me that I was critically ill. Due to excessive blood loss, my hemoglobin dropped to 7 grams, my blood pressure dropped to 90 and 40, and my heartbeat was 50 beats per minute. After the third bone puncture, the hospital performed a total splenectomy on me. Unexpectedly, the 80% effective rate did not include me. My body became even weaker after the surgery.

I had no choice but to use hormones again. All the side effects of the drugs accumulated in my body, and at the age of 18, I had to accept these cruel facts.

Is this my destiny? Why did God give me so many excellent qualifications and then take them away from me one by one? You are not beautiful when you should be beautiful, you are not healthy when you should be healthy, and you cannot fight when you should fight. well! The hell you fear is the paradise I long for. I am like a small candle in the strong wind. Although it burns, it burns so weakly and with such difficulty!

The hospital hung up the white sail again because the girl in the next door room had the same disease as me. I felt like I was in a dream, everything was so unreal. Where is that girl who greeted me with a smile just fifteen days ago? She is only twenty-one years old, twenty-one, what a good age! But she just left without saying a word. Where is her mother? Can you bear the blow of losing your beloved daughter? How would she shed tears and live like a year? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. This is life, coming from nothingness and returning to nothingness. Twenty-one years later, what did she leave to the world? And what about us? What have we left to this world?

The dead are dead, what can the living do?

Is this life? So strong yet so fragile. It is not easy for a person to live, but it is so easy to die. Like flowers, beautiful families, glory and wealth, they finally turned into a dream.

This is death, everything stops, everything disappears. The painful things and happy things are gone. The difficulties of the past and the prosperity of the past have all disappeared. This is death, lying there to be stared at, saddened by, and ignorant of. Who can understand what kind of world this cold body once had? Who can understand how many people this man's thoughts and will have influenced? Now, worries are gone, desires are gone, love and hate are gone.

What is the purpose of fighting for power and profit? What's the intrigue for? What's the use? We are all walking towards the grave, and He Bi is still quarreling along the way?

Why is life full of so many contradictions, depression and troubles? Among the many entanglements and entanglements that cannot be solved, which direction should people go?

Standing on the top floor of the hospital, looking at the dimming lights and bustling crowds at my feet, I suddenly felt that life is really humble, sometimes as solid as a rock, sometimes as thin as a gossamer.

My parents suffered far more than I did. Seeing other people's children go to school healthy, while I can only lie in bed, this feeling is even crueler than being executed by Lingchi.

I always expect this to be a nightmare and everything will be fine when I wake up. But facing reality, we have to worry about expensive tuition and medical expenses. During the emergency treatment in the hospital, the daily medical expenses were as high as 4,600 yuan, and now the medication is nearly 200 yuan a day. I am the only child of my parents, and the love they have for me is beyond words. In order to save my fragile life, my parents sold the piano, sold the house, bought out their working years, and traveled all over the country to seek medical treatment for me. In this short period of six months, they had no idea how many tears they had shed and how many sleepless nights they had spent. Looking at their increasingly haggard appearance, I can do nothing. All I can do is take care of myself. In front of my parents, I always try my best to hide my inner fragility and show my strong and optimistic side, because I know that my parents never tell me when they are in trouble, and my life is the only place for their hope.

The doctor warned me to avoid using my brain and tiring myself out, but I never gave up my studies. I dare not plan for the future, there are too many variables in life. But at least for now, I have to take advantage of it. Because in life, there is so much love accompanying me.

I can’t remember the first time I was hospitalized, but I felt extremely depressed. The mental and physical pain was unbearable, and the loneliness and depression made me even more miserable. I was like a wounded animal in a cage, with irritability, grievance, and sadness all flooding into my heart. I refuse to stay in the hospital, I want to go home!

At this moment, a few familiar faces came out of the door, followed by a large group of people. It's my classmates, they actually found this place! My mood suddenly brightened up, and smiles jumped on every young face. Some students brought a large bouquet of flowers, some gave me a rag doll, and some handed me the teacher's class notes. I listened to them eagerly talking about the new things that happened on campus, forgetting their troubles and sorrows, and completely integrated into the joyful atmosphere. I wanted to be cured of my illness as soon as possible, and I wanted to return to them as soon as possible. This was my only wish at that time.

Perhaps God also created suffering when he created man, which is what man, an advanced animal, must endure. How much or how little each person endures may only be determined by his or her personal destiny. Suffering is a sign of life, it shows that we are still alive. If a person dies, he will certainly not feel any pain, but he will not feel any happiness either. No one can really explain a person's philosophy of survival, it is something that comes from the depths of the soul. When a person still has things in this world that he misses and touches, then he will not choose death. He will live, and only by living can he feel everything in this world - pain or happiness. The heavy suffering allows us to get closer to the essence of life, to feel love and to be loved more truly.

No matter who they are, all human beings have love. For love, people will become strong no matter where they are. Love is the greatest power that mankind possesses, the power of love that boils from the fountain of life. Fortunately, I still have so much love.

I love this world and everyone. Love is the most precious gift that life gives to mankind, and it is also the most precious gift that we can give to the world. Everyone will receive a lot of love in their life and have to give a lot of love. It is these moments of love that continue to warm and care for us, walk through the darkness and mud, and bring us happiness and satisfaction. The greatest thing God created is not this world, but love! Love is everything! As long as you believe in it, miracles will always happen. Although hope is slim, it will last forever!

The verse says: "God loves me, so he punishes me." I said that God is in the nineteenth level of hell. If you want to see him, you must first pass through the first eighteen levels.

Then, let God give me a calm and persevering heart, accept the things that cannot be changed, and change the things that can be changed...