Each river has its own course of course, we meet in a limited time, and life overlaps in the waves of time. After this, you and I will eventually sail to our own tracks, and from now on, see you in our dreams!

When you know that you are facing the end of failure, are you still willing to do it? Before me, there were no male editors in the editorial department of the radio station, because the previous male editors could not hold on for various reasons, and left the venue in a hurry during the assessment period. So much so that the seniors in charge of the interview were skeptical of the boys from the beginning, not to mention that due to the unsatisfactory answers, the doubts turned into confirmation - the boys are really unreliable.

I came to the editorial office by mistake, saying that I deliberately planted flowers and flowers, and it is also appropriate to unintentionally plant willows and willows. One of my seniors and a senior in the art department are both in the broadcasting department, and it is highly recommended that if I want to earn credits and get off the list at the same time, I should come to the radio station. For this reason, I signed up for the broadcasting department with great enthusiasm, but to be on the safe side, I went to the other interview departments, and all of them failed. On the contrary, I just went to fill in the editorial office exam paper at random and passed.

I should have been happy to pass the first exam, but the senior told me that you may be hanging, and the editorial department does not accept boys. Originally, I just couldn't get into the club, but I experienced all kinds of election failures at that time, and I was suspicious of myself for a while, and I felt that I was really a failure. I know it's ridiculous to pin all my hopes on this opportunity, but I can't get rid of this damn smallness.

The re-examination was scheduled for the weekend, and I wore my newly purchased white coat, carefully sorted out my clothes, and went to the re-examination with an attitude of beginning and finishing. After entering, I felt an indescribable nervousness in front of the senior sisters, and I could only ask and answer them like a puppet. I remember that I didn't report my hope at that time, but I still asked, "Is it that the editorial department doesn't accept boys?" "No, it's just that most of the boys can't hold on, so they quit after a few days." I don't remember the problem clearly, and when I went out, I forgot what the senior sister looked like inside. On the way back to the dormitory, I was full of regrets for my stupidity, but my brain seemed to be extremely active at this moment, and all the questions were not only remembered, but also answered ten or a hundred times more subtle than at that time. But there was no reaction at the time, so what could be done.

When I returned to the dormitory, I still didn't give up, sorted out those answers into text, pulled out the QQ of the senior sister from the group, and wanted to send it many times. In the end, I chose to give up, so be it, why make trouble for my senior sister!

God knows how excited I was when I was admitted to the editorial office of the radio station. I pretended to be calm and calm, and told the news to the classmates around me as if nothing had happened, but despite this, I knew that my hands were shaking! After entering, I missed the senior sister who was supposed to be my master, so I had to recognize the new senior sister as my master. And just like that, my radio station experience began.

I can say that I am not a qualified stationmaster, but I can honestly say that I am a qualified editor. I didn't participate in the team building activities in the station, but I didn't miss any of the tasks I had to do. Except for doing shows, I hardly go to the station.

I met Sister Yanyan in my sophomore year, and because of the heavy workload, I went more and more often, almost three or four times a week. Every time I go, there is always a senior sister sitting at the table next to the window to study. This senior sister is very slim, but it seems that she is not very easy to communicate, and she is usually found when there is a problem during the recording process. That's right, she is Yanyan's senior sister, and she is also the deputy director of the radio station.

As for why I call her a senior sister, of course we are from the same academy! Senior Sister Yanyan presides over Monday's meeting almost every week, and when she changes from a novice to a backbone, she will know that everything is not easy! The reporting plan is always static and boring, but sharing my own experience is interesting. Senior Sister Yanyan told us that she was timid in her freshman year, and she didn't even dare to say anything, but she became cheerful and generous when she was encouraged by others at the radio station. Sister Yanyan will always chat with others in the lounge and persuade others. The unhappiness of others became happy as a result, and there was always laughter and laughter coming through the thick door panel into my ears as I was nervous in the recording studio, and the nervousness was far away from me.

After completing the task, the annual general meeting is also coming, and Senior Sister Yanyan has retired. My master didn't run for any office, and I didn't know anything I knew about it. I had the intention of retreating, and Senior Sister Yanyan threatened me: "If you dare to retreat, I will go to your downstairs to find you." I had to smile wryly, and I struggled until the end and I still gave up.

When I interview new students, I am always excited, and seeing their young and full of energy and passion always makes me feel that I should be more young and energetic to be qualified to interview them. I'm going to boast about myself here, because I, the new editor, have a lot of boys, and that's the end of the title of the only boy. I didn't let others down, let alone let myself down.

I once said to Sister Yanyan, you are my nobleman. She said I was exaggerating, but to me, it was true. When she was in the hands of the decision to stay alone, she didn't give up hope, but gently handed it to me. A faith-battered leader, I found some experiences in this silent relay that I had never had before. I know that a stranger is very short in the life of others, and I do not seek to be a noble person in other people's lives, but at least I cannot be a villain in other people's lives. I took this stick, called Trust, with hope.

In many cases, most people with cold faces are hot, such as Senior Sister Yanyan and my master. When I was arguing with others, Senior Sister Yanyan didn't just tell me to admit my mistakes like everyone else. For that, I am still grateful. I still say that if you are wrong, you may not be able to find your own way!

Senior Sister Yanyan is implementing her own graduate school entrance examination review plan at the radio station, and she can be regarded as unofficial and light after the change. I used to see her in the library last semester, but I never greeted her, just as I never talked to her in the lounge. When you have feelings in your heart, you don't have to care about the communication of words.

I don't know if Senior Sister Yanyan has successfully taken the postgraduate entrance examination, and I didn't ask, I always feel that it is a bit unjustifiable to ask. I often remember but I never thought about meeting, maybe I'm a heartless person! Through this text, it is also excellent to greet this senior sister who has a great revelation about the meaning of my life.

The river is rushing and we will meet again at some point. I just hope that when we meet, senior sister, you are still like the beautiful woman who is lying on the desk in the twilight light!