Freshman Year (First Semester)

。。。 I say: University is a really strange place.. I say: The people around me always seem to keep a distance from me. I used to think that after high school, since everyone wasn’t competing for the college entrance exams anymore, we could become closer friends. But it seems I was wrong. Many people give me a really strange feeling, and some are willing to sacrifice their friendships for tiny benefits. I say: As people grow up, they become less innocent. I say: Sometimes I feel like I’ve really grown up. I say: Most people have their own thoughts, and being with them always feels strange. There are some things that can’t be said. I say: Hehe, having some sincere friends would be great. I say: Maybe life itself is just strange～ I say: University is a place like this — when you’re striving for something, you always feel like you’re not good enough, but the pain of failing to achieve your goals disappears quickly, to the point where after a while, you even forget the things you once swore to do. I say: “Responsibility” is perhaps the hardest lesson to learn, but fortunately, I’ve already started learning it. I say: 19 is the last year before I turn 20, and I’m about to enter a new age group. I say: The confusion of the freshman phase is finally going away, and that feeling is really not good. I say: …

• A helpless divider ==-

It’s been a year of university, hahaha, I’m no longer a freshman. I still remember the feeling when I first reported to school, feeling a bit nervous, like I was going to a military camp. I didn’t sleep well on the first night～

Actually, the first year of university was still pretty glorious — I once walked to Tiananmen Square at midnight and saw a different kind of plaza under the night sky. I once gave a passionate rebuttal to my opponent on the debate stage. I once sat in front of my computer, designing a pattern until late at night. And it seems I even taught someone how to use Dreamweaver. What else did I do? Um, I organized a trip to the suburbs with our class leader, and a debate competition… what else?

Life is always passing by in endless repetition, so when I look back, I always feel like every day is so ordinary.

But actually, what we call “memories” aren’t necessarily about what you did at a particular moment, but rather a feeling, or the feeling of a certain period. Except for the rhythm of the music, there’s nothing that can express it.

I’ll stop writing here for now