So, I rummaged through the office looking for something. Haha, I really found it. It turned out that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the unit trade union gave each trade union member a moon cake. Because of a business trip, my colleague brought it back for me and put it in the office cupboard. I forgot about it when I was busy. Now, this box of moon cakes has become my lifeline.
I picked a piece of duck egg stuffing, which tastes good. Unconsciously, a moon cake was swallowed with a cup of boiling water, and the hunger suddenly disappeared. So I continued to write. In the evening, I was hungry and ate a moon cake. I have been writing until 1 1 pm. I was so sleepy that I fell asleep directly in the office.
The next day 6; 30, I got up on time, it was already dark, and I wrote down my excitement. Even going to the toilet is troublesome, let alone eating. However, my stomach honestly can't stand it, so it's still moon cakes. 2 days 1 night, slept for 7 hours, ate 6 moon cakes, and completed 63 questions and answers. When I finished writing and looked up at the empty mooncake boxes, I could hardly believe that I didn't like sweets so much, especially because I regarded mooncakes as a scourge. I ate mooncakes for six months, and I almost felt sick.
However, in any case, I still want to thank these six-month cakes for giving me energy at the critical moment and helping me overcome the difficulties of challenging myself. Because of my efforts during this period, I was successfully signed by the media platform and won the Best Data Award.
As the saying goes, only by suffering can you become a master. In fact, I want to say: you can only be a media person after eating cakes for six months! This is a very novel experience in my personal memory.