Today, starting early in the morning, less than eight points, by the roommate's alarm clock.
Having eaten breakfast and started the day's work, this period of time has entered a stable state. After the beginning of the anxiety period, stable state, the heart is very calm, I believe that as long as the stick to go, there is no way to the end. Morning, in the afternoon in the calm of the revision of the paper, at night, almost has changed the second section of the first chapter. About the paper review, well, write it down and always find some problems.
At night, running through the steps and seeing excellent graduate students impart experience to the article (this article, I think, relative to experience, those who get the achievement to be able to touch me). Suddenly feel that these years, their own road more and more narrow. When I was running, I thought that at least some of the wealth would be harvested in the past few years if I worked outside. But in turn, if you can make good use of time, you will gain more in school. The same time, no matter where, is the choice of their own way of life.
In recent years, there is no choice to seriously experience scientific research. In scientific research, the road of their own relative to others is more and more narrow. As far as I am concerned, with the accumulation of time, it is wider and farther.
Also think of a question, about can let oneself fly of person, I think only bole. Just follow one person, without thinking for yourself, you can do things, accomplish tasks, and achieve great achievements. This kind of thing, I only in high school, follow others play the game, have had such illusion. In terms of learning, I have also tried to follow the study of good people, however, there is no obvious role. I also hoped that by looking for a very strong team, let myself fly, but, to now I have not met. Until, I saw a sentence, the team spirit behind is also an independent individual. I realized that only myself flew up first. Can be in a flying team. In all, only bole can let you fly, at present, oneself is the bole.
The more narrow the road, who can take me to fly