Three years ' thoughts

Three years, huh? For a man who has never been a writer for three years, it is a little difficult to ask for a pen to write something. But I do not know is out of the heart of some kind of impulse or an inexplicable follow-up or the milk box falling the kind of yearning, I always do not like to expose the heart in public under the people also can not restrain their inner whim, after all, still can not help secretly to pick up the next table on the light blue pen.

A long time has not touched the words of the hands of the moment with a slight trembling in a inexplicable sadness. I think I'm not inspired at the moment. Sitting quietly in front of the table, with a hint of vertigo in the head, and vaguely hearing what they were discussing.

What to write in the end. I am not a literary type of youth of course I can not write the kind of warm and cold article but I write some technical topics in this is also a bit out of the way, so wrestling, racked his brains after all to write about the University of two or three things it.

The impression of the total sleep of their own university is not very rich, but sit down to think about it is still full of busy for about four years. When I first entered the university, I was a foreign student, plus the verbal communication problem (Sichuan dialect does not understand) of course, I feel that life is boring

Three years ' thoughts