On the occasion of the 60th anniversary of the school, we recall the past glory and look forward to the pinnacle of giants.

Last night, the various university groups that had been quiet for a long time suddenly became lively before bedtime, as the university anniversary celebration brought everyone together again.

When I woke up this morning, everything was still going on, as if everything had been pulled back to five years ago.

Looking back now, time has flown by so quickly since leaving school, leaving no lasting memories. Everyone is incredibly busy pursuing their dreams and making money right after entering the workforce. It's no wonder we spent fourteen years in school, finally shedding our shackles, eagerly anticipating our future after more than a decade of hard work, with so many things we wanted to achieve.

Over the years, we've "adapted." Whether it's a high start followed by a decline or a slow and steady progress, everyone is beginning to understand their place and their mission more clearly. Maybe this is how it will be, maybe we'll wait a few more years, maybe my fate is beyond my control. Gradually, we've discovered that school is actually paradise, a paradise we've been in for so long without realizing it.

We are truly a fortunate generation. It would have been difficult for centuries to see so many resources directed towards us. We are the only children in our families, giving us control over all resources. Our parents work hard and give everything for their children. Our society values education so much, allocating vast amounts of resources to it. Our classmates and friends are almost identical to us, creating a natural understanding and sense of closeness. We have lived a paradise-like student life. This is a golden age, perhaps the only golden age.

Why do I think this way? The first point alone is no longer replicable, and resources can't all be given to children anymore, as everyone's perspectives are evolving. Society will still value education, but with increasing social diversity, we may no longer be able to connect on a deeper level.

We are really lucky.

If we consider student life as a short period, then my four years of university represent the culmination and harvest of that time. The accumulation of previous experiences allowed me to realize all my dreams without fail: a football championship, being named one of the top ten students, achieving provincial excellence awards—I won them all. Thinking about myself now, I probably can't do that anymore. As I've gotten older and experienced more, my perspective has broadened, my appetite has increased, and my horizons have gradually risen. But what about my abilities? They remain stagnant. There was pressure during my student years, but if I don't improve myself after graduation, all I'll be waiting for is elimination. These past few years have felt this deeply. Looking back at my old blog posts, I see mostly summaries, and my favorite phrase is "setting things right." It's been years since I've thought like that.

Aren't you pretty awesome? Yeah, for those younger than me, those with smaller ages and dreams, I'm still a dwarf. Walking in a society full of giants, occasionally seeing someone shorter than me doesn't make me happy. The dwarf colonies of my memories aren't my final destination. The only thing I can truly yearn for is to climb little by little onto the shoulders of giants, gazing at the endless sky, with only the undulating mountains in my eyes, and no longer seeing the figures of giants.

Life itself has no inherent meaning; we strive and struggle every day in order to create meaning.

Happy 60th birthday to my alma mater! May the school continue to thrive! I'll be waiting for my report card on the 100th anniversary!