I Am a Happy Child

This post was extracted from my early NetEase blog. NetEase Blog is no longer operating, but looking back, these words are still quite interesting, so I decided to move them over as intact as possible. It is mainly kept as a record; after all, it is from a long time ago, so the quality of the writing, images, and links may all be affected.

This post was originally published on December 1, 2010. I was about 21 years old at the time and was studying in college.

I am a happy child. Twenty years ago, I arrived in an ordinary working-class family. Hearing my first cry, this family filled with happy laughter. As I gradually grew up, every day my mother rode a bicycle and took me to kindergarten. Sitting on the bicycle, holding my mother, with my ear against her back and listening to her voice, I was a happy child.

When I reached school age, my father rode a bicycle and sent me to the nearby primary school. I remember on the first day my father kindly asked me: what did the teachers say at school? What followed was my young voice…… I was a happy child.

When I was ten, my father no longer sent me to school, but every day on the way to and from school, there were always a few little friends beside me. Playing games and singing children's songs along the way, I was a happy child.

When I graduated from primary school, holding my final report card, I could not wait to run home. What I left to my classmates was the me who always had a little runny nose. To this day, that is still my primary-school classmates' signature description of me. Remembering it and smiling, I was a happy child.

In middle school, I did not understand anything. I only vaguely knew that studying was important, but I still often told myself that playing is a child's nature. Happy and blessed, I was a happy child.

Studying became the main theme. The homeroom teacher took away all our PE classes, and I stayed in the office desperately memorizing English. I understood that studying was the most important thing. Somehow I held a so-called "love letter" given to me by a girl, at a loss. I read it several times while walking on the road, then secretly brought it home. A few days later, afraid that my mother would find it, I secretly tore it up and silently dealt with it. In a muddled way, I thought this was something only "adults" could talk about, quickly forgot it, and then it was happy study life again. I was a happy child.

In high school, studying occupied most of my time. Except for studying, I did not need to do anything. Of course, eating, drinking, using the bathroom, and sleeping were still necessary. No! Even sleep became so distant. At this time, the small seed of youth began to sprout, so much so that I thought I had fallen for someone. But because of studying, I always silently hid it in my heart, spending all day between studying and imagination. Although busy, I was happy. I was a happy child.

In college, diligent study was still my main theme. Along with diligent study, honors, praise, and envy came one after another. I was a happy child.

In my sophomore year, I found a real girlfriend. Although we were not in the same city, at least we were born from the same root. I experienced the sweetness of two people. I was a happy child.

In my junior year, I came out for an internship. Although it differed from what I had imagined, I also made many friends and tasted loneliness. But no matter what, there would always be someone standing beside me, encouraging me and motivating me. I was a happy child.

Graduated from college……, I was a happy child.

Started working……, I was a happy child.

Got married……, I was a happy child.

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Finally one day, I will leave this familiar world. But looking back on nearly a century of "struggle," I was a happy child.