It's a diary

It's the sixth.

Every day is a countdown.

Just like when I was counting down the days until I could run home, the exam day was getting closer and closer.

People around me were making noises, but it remained the same as before. They haven't changed, but I'm not them.

My friends around me have told me countless times: I am different from them, we are not from the same place, and there is no need to have close friendships if we don’t get along.

I just replied: "People are different from each other."

To go further.

I want to live like a child forever.

Year after year, year after year.

Slowly, more and more accessories appeared on my body.

For example, rings, colored gemstones, bracelets, chains, etc.

I once read a sentence in a book: As I grow older, all the accessories disappear from my body. First it was a belt and leather shoes, then a necklace and a ring... Then I suddenly realized that I was already thirty.

Ah, I really can't imagine myself losing those accessories.

Reviewing is always boring, and studying is also boring. I get a headache if I write too many test papers, and strong winds always blow my hair away. I sit close to the window and always subconsciously use the glass as a mirror to see how I look.

I wrote a lot of papers, but I'm not sure if it's useful.

But my speed is indeed much, much faster.

I have already thought about which city I want to go to, and I have also made an appointment with someone to go to the same school together.

You can't just stay in one place forever.

I just run as hard as I can towards my goal, and as for other people, let them be.

Don’t understand, but respect.

I'm going back tomorrow.

Go back and change places and continue writing test papers. Have another good meal.

It seems like it has been a long, long time since I had a good meal.

In fact, they are similar no matter where they are. But just because of this, I prefer to return to a relatively private space. There is nothing to do, just sit or lie down.

Drink wine, light my favorite incense, play a favorite piece of music...or at a sad moment, take out my piano and play a piece of music for myself gently.

When I was in school, I arrived at the classroom one and a half minutes earlier than others almost every afternoon.

For nearly an hour, I was the only one in that classroom.

In summer, I will open all the doors and windows to facilitate ventilation.

And if it's winter, I close the windows tightly and leave the back door open. Then he sat down, put his hands in his pockets, and listened to the roar of the north outside.

During that time, I might read a few pages, write, or do nothing but sit.

But that time is too short, and such opportunities are few and far between.

I have been to several provincial capitals and many big cities.

Buses there come every six or seven minutes, the subway and light rail are very fast, and the city is very big... There are bilingual or trilingual signs everywhere.

It’s nothing like the city I live in.

It never snows in the city where I live. Almost at the southernmost tip of the motherland.

It is a small city that has not kept up with the reform and opening up and has not developed very well. Sometimes after waiting for an hour, I still can't find the bus I want to take.

It has incredibly long summers and coastline.

Summer comes early, like now, it seems to be early summer. Summer lasts until mid-December, followed by a brief spell of winter. After that, it warmed up again.

Although it is not as long as summer in the tropics, it is not as rainy as in the tropics.

In fact, this is not bad.

The pace of big cities is too fast for me.

I feel like in a big city, I am like a grass, and the people around me are like the wind or ants. Never stop moving forward.

Summer is coming soon.

The most beautiful season of the year on the island is coming.