Humanism in dreams to reality

I am walking along the bustling streets of Hanoi.

I am living in the peaceful capital city surrounded by lush green trees.

I am now studying at the school I've dreamed of attending throughout my school years.

Time flies by in the blink of an eye. The trees shed their leaves and then turn lush green again as winter gives way to spring. It seems like only yesterday I was wearing my high school uniform, cycling down the familiar road to school, lost in thought about my university dreams. I only submitted one application: to the Department of Oriental Studies at the University of Social Sciences and Humanities. Then came the nights spent studying for the important exam, the image of the University of Social Sciences and Humanities constantly in my mind, motivating me to keep going whenever I felt tired. Day after day passed, and I studied while dreaming of the day I could step into that university, to live in the capital city fragrant with the scent of milk flowers. Those days at the University of Social Sciences and Humanities were the most beautiful dream of my student life.

When exam season arrived, I remember crying my eyes out as I walked out of the exam room, seeing my mother standing at the school gate waiting for me for hours. I thought I hadn't done well on the exam. The gates of the University of Social Sciences and Humanities seemed so far away. I felt my dreams shattered. The days waiting for the exam results were endlessly long…

The day I received my exam results, the admission cutoff scores, and my acceptance letter, I felt happier than ever. My dream had unexpectedly come true. I eagerly awaited my enrollment day, the day I would begin my student life at the school I considered my next beloved place in life.

I entered the campus bathed in brilliant sunshine and the vibrant atmosphere of the freshman orientation day. The Faculty of Humanities isn't as large as many other universities, but it's still strangely beautiful and welcoming. It greeted me with warmth and friendliness, easing the initial awkwardness, anxiety, and nervousness of a new student. I gazed at the school's nameplate with a mixture of affection and pride. Here, at this school, I will study and have fun. Here, I will create the most beautiful memories of my life. And here, I will gradually grow and mature…

In my early days, the Faculty of Humanities felt both strange and familiar. It quietly walked alongside us through the years, guiding generations of students, watching their youthful faces mature into adulthood. The Faculty of Humanities witnessed countless seasons of falling leaves, fading flowers, and farewells for graduating students. It became a beloved home for so many. Every corner of the campus, every row of trees, shimmered with memories. The Faculty of Humanities weathered the storms alongside its students, watching them grow stronger and more mature.

My first days at the Faculty of Humanities were intertwined with homesickness. Everything was new and unfamiliar. Leaving the protective embrace of my parents to begin an independent life in the bustling capital, those first few days were always difficult. Entering a new environment, new subjects, new friends, new teachers – my little world turned upside down. Life also began a new chapter.

I told myself that from now on, at this school, I would study, hone my skills every day, and diligently build brick by brick to realize my dream. For me, the Faculty of Humanities became a warm home amidst the glamorous yet unfamiliar capital city.

Standing by the railing, gazing at the school in the spring rain, I saw the Faculty of Humanities standing silently amidst the gentle, cool breezes. Then, the sky gradually brightened after the rain. The Faculty of Humanities appeared before my eyes like an ancient painting, beautifully simple and strangely peaceful…