Dear students:
I'm glad to have the opportunity to write this letter to you, I hope you can sit down to see. On the university to truly appreciate the time the meaning, the flight of time. Always feel oneself is a deep understanding of the University, is still full of hope and fantasy girl, the twinkling of an eye is the second grade students. When the girls in the same bar the way you ask, I was dizzy; originally in the imperceptibly I have grown up a year old, up another level. Know a friend, always have. She complained to me about the Yangpu is like a 'concentration camp', especially when the weekend ride back to the night train when it is uncomfortable, up to row for a long time, the day break bad, just get on the bus when their turn, the seats have been filled, I think people will rush on the spot faint. She grimaced, actually I also have deep feeling, waiting for the car just one aspect of it. Queuing on the room is even more spectacular in the room was not waiting outside the room, a small poor, many people fear, for a long time, will use the people with books, usually some extracurricular books, serious will also take some of the words back, left the bad eyes began to use the mouth to work, but there is too much, all the way across a few comrades began to chat with each other, koumo splashed others don't care, but also is the mouth froth splash talent for the 'long' add a little angry. Then again I still enjoy working with ears waiting, earplugs, tur
