Spring has come to the campus, and the cherry trees by the teaching building are full of pink flowers. The new term began three weeks ago, and everything feels fresh. 'I am absolutely ready for this semester!' Jack announced on the first day. Actually, the four friends had all made New Year resolutions during the winter holiday: to exercise more, to read more books, and to help at least one person every week. Now it was time to keep them.
The sports meet came earlier this year, and the whole school was excited. Jack, who runs like the wind, won two races, and Han Mei joined the relay team for the first time. After the meet, the school newspaper interviewed the winners. 'I was so nervous before the race that my legs were shaking,' Jack told the reporter, 'but the moment I heard the gun, I forgot everything.' His words were printed in the paper, and junior students asked him for advice for days.
One afternoon, an old neighbour in Han Mei's apartment building fell down the stairs. Her son was at work, and she could not reach the phone. Han Mei, who happened to pass by, heard the cry for help and called an ambulance at once. There was no lack of kindness in her heart, only the simple wish to help. 'The doctors said that without your aid, Grandma would have been in real danger,' her mother told her that night, her voice full of pride.
In class, Cozy talked about the power of small habits. 'A habit is a small thing, but it shapes a life,' he said. 'If you want to know your future, look at your habits today. Take time for leisure, learn to relax, and always refer back to your goals when you feel lost.' The four friends looked at each other and smiled. They had already started running together, reading together and helping together. The semester, they decided, would be their best one yet.
Walking home in the spring breeze, the four friends made a new request to themselves: to be braver, kinder and more patient than last term. 'The winter taught us to rest, and the spring teaches us to grow,' Li Lei said, looking at the pink flowers. 'Let us not waste a single day.' The sun was setting behind the cherry trees, and ahead of them lay a long, bright road, waiting for their footsteps.