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Trip to the University of Technology-my university plan everything calmed down, occasionally there was a slight wind blowing. The songs floating from a corner are all songs that I liked to hear before. At this moment, I am in the dormitory of a university in North China, and I am greedy for the darkness. The plane crossed, and it was not as noisy as bombing on the battlefield at the beginning of school. I am in a daze for no reason, and everyone is busy recently. Just after the mid-term exam, the classroom was still a scene of learning. When I felt a little relaxed, I felt my brain was empty, just like the middle school a few years ago. The total scores of the first two monthly exams almost failed. The students around were so loud that they seemed to be ridiculed by the group and then quickly. The class leader advised them with good words and Yang Yan wanted to tell the parents. Finally, one afternoon, I received a phone call from home and talked to my father about some bitterness and trivial things. I cried and burst into tears while talking. Thinking about this so-called college life, I hid in the decadent age with the disappearing years. So I sorted out the books on the bookcase and wrote a learning plan for myself. I restrained myself from carrying my schoolbag to the library. In my university, when I stood in Dongshan, I watched the students walking hurriedly, the ups and downs of planes, and the boundless North Country dyed in the sky not far away. Suddenly I found that I am such an ordinary life. I could not escape from the fate of trading happiness with hard work, nor could I avoid simple joys and wrath. Since then, I no longer have the ignorance of the light, no longer let the thoughts wild. No longer admire Gongsun’s white horse theory which is so magical. No longer resentful for someone who wanted to follow my conspiracy of uniting the six countries to fight against Qin, nor did he abuse his ministers now. Gradually, I began to like the life of carrying schoolbag. However, I never talked about my distant dream when I was young any more. I didn’t talk about the fact that the cold Confucianism must be everywhere, and I didn’t talk about that I wanted to kill thousands of miles like the enemy. When the sun goes down to the west, I will think of my home, where the sun sets. An ancient village is on a mysterious land in the South of Colorful Clouds. Thinking about the corn yellow at home, the old pear trees in the yard were covered with branches, and my little sister who was addicted to sugar. Thinking of the moon night, I accompanied the moonlight, she lengthened me. I am still talking about the distance with my friends. For no reason, thinking about what I will take back to my parents four years later, what will I take for my twenties, or what will I take to prove my youth? Four years of work, I really don’t want to lose face in eastern Yunnan. I am learning quietly. When someone asked me about my dream of college, or asked me to describe his greatness on paper, I really couldn’t do it. I hate bold words, but choose quiet efforts and stick to some boring beliefs, just like waking up at the same time every morning. Sometimes think about University of New Life. Since I left home with my luggage on my back and pretended not to go back, I took the bus from the railway station to the school. The numerous crowds walked into the campus with the melody of rain. Everything came as agreed, and went away quietly. Watching the leaves of the campus falling down, they turned into simple branches. I endure to stick to some beliefs every day, and on Friday, I will go to the third canteen with my roommates to have a lot of food. If one day, I will reach the age of nostalgia. When I think of my university in an afternoon or when I am half asleep and half awake, if I have nothing to say, it is because I am moved-about the age of pure color, as well as nostalgia, about a four-year encounter. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. 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