我,从小就是一个爱哭的女孩。 国庆节前,作为一名硕士研究生,我坐在清华大学洒满阳光的教室里,开始了一种完全不同于运动员生涯的崭新生活,看着校园里一个个充满朝气的同学和满脸书卷气的老师,翻开散发着墨香的书本,我的泪水禁不住又模糊了双眼。 我记不清自己曾经留下过多少眼泪。大多数泪花已随岁月点点滴滴飘逝了。但是,那些为祖国而挥洒的热泪,却是那样刻骨铭心,至今还一串串纷飞在我的眼前。 从10岁起穿上冰鞋,我就如同踏上了永无终点的跑道。高强度的训练,常常累得我边练边哭,汗水伴着泪水一起流淌,我却从没有后退和动摇。因为在我的心底埋着一个梦想:那就是在世界大赛中 I, childhood is a crying girl. Before the National Day, as a master’s graduate student, I sat in Tsinghua University’s classroom full of sunshine and started a new life completely different from that of an athlete. I watched on campus one of my energetic classmates and my face full of books Teacher, opened the book exudes ink, my tears can not help but blurred my eyes. I can not remember how many tears I have left behind. Most tears have drifted away with time. However, those who shed their tears for the motherland, but it is so unforgettable, but also a string of strings flying in front of me. Putting on skates from the age of 10, I set foot on the never-ending runway. High-intensity training, often tired I cry while practicing, sweat accompanied by tears flowing, but I never retreated and shaken. Because in my heart buried a dream: that is in the world competition