It's a diary

Chapter 152 4.26
Wednesday is over.

I can go back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow in the afternoon.

As usual, classes should start early on Friday afternoon so that we can get out of school early and go home early.

Now, I'm no longer in a hurry and am rushing back.The difference doesn't seem to be particularly big.People always only have themselves, and they spend their entire lives alone.

Don’t rush, don’t be in a hurry, just buy a ticket for the evening.The two cities are neither close nor far apart, and can be reached very quickly.

five days.It seems very long, but when you actually experience it, it feels very short.

Every time I come back from vacation, I will look out the window at the dark sky, thinking about what I did during the vacation and when the next vacation will be.

May is coming.

May, June, there are still two months left, the holidays are coming.

Two months sounds like a long time, but in reality, it's only eight or nine weeks.

If you look at it this way, it seems like it hasn't grown much.

I will go back at the end of May and also during the Dragon Boat Festival in June.There's probably only two or three weeks in between.

After returning from vacation, you can start counting the days, thinking about how long it will be before you can go back, and how long you will have for vacation.

I want to go back to the countryside during the Dragon Boat Festival. If I'm lucky, I might be able to eat the yellow peel fruit at home.I want to eat the rice dumplings made by my family.

Zongzi are sold in the market here all year round. The price is not expensive and the taste is not bad.It's just that I always feel like it's missing a bit of flavor, an indescribable flavor.

My life is still the same as before. I go to eat when I need to eat, go to class when the time comes, take lunch breaks and evening breaks, practice calligraphy, and more or less take some time every day to log on to games and write some The nonsense I want to say.

I have been practicing pen calligraphy recently, maybe because I have been exposed to it before, so my writing is good.

Every night I would scribble down some words and phrases in my notebook, usually whatever came to my mind.

Tonight I wrote the word "Don Juan" because I suddenly thought of "The Triumph of Don Juan", a play in The Phantom of the Opera.

I have written before about why - "why why, why such a wrong payment?", and also about guest - "honored guest, guest guest, everyone who comes is a guest of honor."

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The weather is good and bad, and my condition is about the same.

I am still satisfied with my current situation.Not too bad, not too sad.

I am living every day seriously and working hard to learn more knowledge in class.

This is a very slow way of life, quiet and quiet, and you can hear the sound of the wind blowing and the beating of your heart.

I always feel stuffy, and I don’t know if it’s the weather or just me.

Not happy, can't find anything to be happy about.

Like all people who work and study step by step, they are doing what they should do, but they can't find any fun in it.Very boring, very boring, always like this, and I feel like I have become a boring and boring person.

Not interesting.

I can't think of any meaning.

Nothing makes sense.

So why.

(End of this chapter)