We've come this far—year after year.

Originally, this "year after year" should have been a summary around the Spring Festival, but it turns out that the rhythm of change has shifted from the concept of a year in terms of time to the concept of a year in terms of a semester.

It's graduation season again. A few days ago, I heard on Weibo that our college lost to the School of Accounting in the finals, missing out on the championship. It reminded me of last year's thrilling matches, the missed penalty in the final, and the miraculous last-minute winner. Those scenes seem so vivid, stirring my blood and filling me with endless nostalgia for my youth.

The new students are about to arrive, and looking at the familiar questions in the freshman group chat, it feels like everything is repeating itself. The path they're about to walk is the same one I walked last year. Looking back on the past year, there are so many feelings I want to share, so many experiences I want to offer. Looking back, last year's dream began in a QQ group. I couldn't join that 500-person group for three days, and finally, thanks to the administrator's "pity," I was finally admitted. Out of gratitude, hellogwu was born. Then I sent off, embarking on my journey to America—everything was new, something I'd never experienced before.

On the night of the European Championship final, we met each other and began this journey. I clearly remember playing Werewolf until 3 a.m. in the hotel, watching a group of us watch Italy get utterly thrashed, Balotelli's tears clearly visible, and tired smiles frozen in the slightly chilly air-conditioned room. A year later, many things have changed, but the memories remain the same. "Whatever happened, we went through it all together, and looking back, it's all happiness." The key events of the year all seem to converge on September in my memory.

We are growing, moving forward irreversibly. Sometimes, our paths diverge, which is regrettable. But looking back at that initial point, we are eternally frozen there, with happy smiles on our faces.

I received a Weibo post before bed last night saying that my undergraduate college was organizing a graduation party. I was incredibly excited. No matter how much I disliked my university back then, the happiness and emotion I felt upon seeing it again filled me with joy. I still remember the two promises I made during the "Top Ten" competition. I won the championship, and the other promise—to never forget the nurturing I received from my alma mater—seems to be deeply ingrained in my subconscious. I hope I can still do something for you.

I didn't perform well at work today, and my boss subtly mentioned it. Dragging my tired body, I can't do anything right. Are my abilities and stress tolerance sufficient to handle this? How can I live a better life in this world?

Be more confident? Okay?

Thank you to everyone who has followed me and supported me along the way.

I miss you all.