Dearstudents:

　　I'mgladtohavetheopportunitytowritethislettertoyou,Ihopeyoucansitdowntosee.Ontheuniversitytotrulyappreciatethetimethemeaning,theflightoftime.AlwaysfeeloneselfisadeepunderstandingoftheUniversity,isstillfullofhopeandfantasygirl,thetwinklingofaneyeisthesecondgradestudents.Whenthegirlsinthesamebarthewayyouask,Iwasdizzy;originallyintheimperceptiblyIhavegrownupayearold,upanotherlevel.Knowafriend,alwayshave.ShecomplainedtomeabouttheYangpuislikea'concentrationcamp',especiallywhentheweekendridebacktothenighttrainwhenitisuncomfortable,uptorowforalongtime,thedaybreakbad,justgetonthebuswhentheirturn,theseatshavebeenfilled,Ithinkpeoplewillrushonthespotfaint.Shegrimaced,actuallyIalsohavedeepfeeling,waitingforthecarjustoneaspectofit.Queuingontheroomisevenmorespectacularintheroomwasnotwaitingoutsidetheroom,asmallpoor,manypeoplefear,foralongtime,willusethepeoplewithbooks,usuallysomeextracurricularbooks,seriouswillalsotakesomeofthewordsback,leftthebadeyesbegantousethemouthtowork,butthereistoomuch,allthewayacrossafewcomradesbegantochatwitheachother,koumosplashedothersdon'tcare,butalsoisthemouthfrothsplashtalentforthe'long'addalittleangry.ThenagainIstillenjoyworkingwithearswaiting,earplugs,tur