4.7 Thursday

Wake up in the misty morning, all the scenery becomes hazy and misty, with a hint of cool beauty. I bought breakfast and still stood at the door of the class to eat. It's no earlier than a few days ago, and the class rules don't allow you to eat breakfast inside the class, so most people eat outside the class. I eat slowly, especially early. But I didn't expect it to be so slow, and the breakfast next to me was replaced by one after another, and I still fought. When I came to the same table, he asked me to eat slowly and wait for him, and I said that I may not finish eating when you finish eating. In the middle of the day, I told him to eat slowly, and finally defeated him by milliseconds, hiccups of victory, and began to read in the morning.

Now, the boys in the front row of class are frantically fleeing to the back of us, causing traffic at the back of the class, but the front is much wider, and the African refugees are pouring in, and the back is back to the usual noise. The settlement in front is unbearable for them, so they can only be delegated to the back to vent. In the afternoon, Lu Lu continued to ask for leave, there were as many as sixteen or seventeen people, and the class of more than 40 people still had to return to the state of safe study. The few of us who are left can still make some noise, but we can't make much waves.

It's really not an English teacher, it's too humorous. In the afternoon, when I was studying in the evening, I came to the campus from outside and happened to have an English teacher. Seeing the situation, he hid on the side of the girls in the same class, and the English teacher said to them: "Go slowly, don't worry, the English listening is not finished yet!" "The usual humor, the meaning to be expressed couldn't be clearer, when is it, it's still a waste of time, and the listening is all over.

During the evening self-study, there were fewer and fewer people in the class, and it was very quiet. If you want to say a few words, you are embarrassed, most of them are immersed in hard work, and they work hard to create a world of their own in the sea of questions. A pen can also deduce madness and miracles, but unfortunately it won't be me. Just like last night's dream, I was confused and was admitted to two books. There was a name on the list, vague, and I tried to make out it, but it was my own name. I woke up and realized it was a dream. I secretly laughed at myself, with my current grades, I am afraid that I will not even be able to reach a third-rate college.

The cacophony of time is endless, and I try to plug my ears tightly so that I don't have to hear the passage of time and feel depressed.

Why does it hurt in my heart every time I see others working hard? Why do you still insist on knowing your ending? It turns out that he still doesn't give up and doesn't admit defeat. You can lose anything, but you can't lose with faith. Find a reason to comfort the fragile heart, coax it, warn it, don't be so vulnerable, you will be your own champion when you run to the finish line, and no one can replace it.

In the astringent night, with my hands folded, I don't pray Amen, I pray for myself.