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The Appointment Three Years Ago

I used to be a very unsophisticated boy—without dreams, without passion, without interest—living on animal instinct, ignorant and adrift.

Until one day, I met her: algorithm.

She changed everything.

Back then, I was a poor student. No one, absolutely no one, even myself, would have associated me with algorithms or the Olympiad in Informatics. But the moment I saw my first line of code, something inside me stirred. I fell in love—deeply, irrevocably.
I began teaching myself, late into the nights, on an old laptop, with no guidance, no support.

I took part in CSP and NOIP, not because I expected to win or sometimes, but because I finally had something worth fighting for.

And deep down, I wanted to prove one thing: I am as capable as anyone.

Holding my tattered copy of Introduction to Algorithms, I made an appointment with her:

“Once I have the chance, I’ll do it.”

That was our appointment—three years ago.

From that day on, I focused on high school, preparing for the college entrance examination. For a fifteen-year-old boy, so lost and raw, that promise became a quiet revolution. It changed me—more than I ever imagined.

To honor it, I had to let it go.

I buried the appointment deep in my heart, along with every thought of algorithms, competitions, and dreams. I pretended to forget—because in the world of exams and rankings, there was no room for nostalgia.

All that remained was the passion, the commitment, the dedication, and the quiet urge to become someone who could one day return.
That was why high school was so hard—not just the workload, but the silence.

The pain, the pressure, the long nights of studying without knowing if it would ever matter.

But the hard work paid off.

I didn’t just survive—I was reborn.

After the college entrance exam, I buried the appointment so deep that I almost forgot it.

But today—October 24th, The Programmer’s Day—reminded me.

Three years have passed.

I may not become a programmer, but I still carry the same fire for algorithms.

Three years ago, I had no resources, no support, no real chance—let alone hope for the Olympiad.

Yet that passion, that urge, was the true beginning of my journey in learning.

From algorithms, I learned how to think.

From struggle, I learned how to grow.

And from that forgotten appointment, I learned how to keep a promise to
myself.

I fell in love with learning—and I’ve decided:

I will never stop.

译文：三年前的约定

我曾是个懵懂少年——没有梦想，没有激情，没有追求，靠着本能生存，浑浑噩噩地漂泊。

直到某天，我遇见了她：算法。

她改变了一切。

那时我是个不被人看好的学生。没有任何人，包括我自己——会把我与算法或信息学奥赛联系起来。但当我写下第一行代码时，内心有什么东西被点燃了。我深深陷入了爱河，再也无法自拔。

我开始自学，深夜里在旧笔记本电脑上敲代码，没有指导，没有人在乎。

我参加CSP和NOIP竞赛，不是为了获奖，而是因为终于找到了值得为之奋斗的目标。

内心深处，我只想证明一件事：我和任何人一样优秀。

手捧卷边的《算法导论》，我与她立下约定：

“若有机会，我定当全力以赴。”

这就是三年前的约定。

自那天起，我全心投入高中生活，备战高考。对一个十五岁的迷茫少年来说，这个承诺如同静默的革命。它改变了我——远超我的想象。

为兑现承诺，我不得不暂时搁置。(To honor it, I had to let it go.)

将约定深埋心底，连同所有关于算法、竞赛和梦想的思绪。我假装遗忘——因为在分数与排名的世界里，容不下怀旧。

唯余那份热爱、执着、专注，以及渴望有朝一日重返赛场的悸动。

这就是为何高中的生活如此艰难——不仅是课业重压，更是沉默中的坚守。

那些迷茫的痛苦，那些未知结局的深夜苦读。

但努力终有回报。

我不仅杠过了高考——而且获得了新生。

高考结束后，由于我将约定埋得很深，几乎遗忘，无法想起。

直到今天——10月24日程序员节——才被唤醒。

三年时光已逝。

我不会成为程序员，但对算法的热忱依然炽热。

三年前，我毫无资源、毫无支持、毫无胜算——更遑论竞赛希望。

但那份初心，正是求知之旅的起点。

从算法中，我学会思考。

从挣扎与奋斗中，我学会成长。

从那个被遗忘的约定里，我学会对自己守信。

我爱上了学习——并已决定：

我永远不会停下脚步。(I will never stop.)