I was sitting around downtown the other night. I sit downtown at night. The wind is blowing; The temperature is cold; The atmosphere is depressing. The breeze blows your face; The temperature is cold and the atmosphere is depressing. I know what the combination of these things reminds me of, and soon I know what the combination of these things reminds me of, and soon I realize what it is. I know what that is. Final exam.

The most tragic moment in college students' life is in winter. In winter, the most tragic moment of college students' life is in the final exam week. This is a fear that accompanies one's life: despair and depression. It is a terrible thing to realize that one must spit out a mountain of knowledge. A person will remain desperate and frustrated for the rest of his life, and use a cough mound to realize a knowledge that people don't even have [2]. A person's future career may depend on the degree of his cough. And a person's future career may depend on a person's cough.

I checked the calendar. I checked the calendar. Sure enough, the $ TERM of Northwest University, which is not far from me, is coming to an end. Sure enough, I just finished my term at Northwestern University and just started on my way. I know that at that moment, thousands of students bent over their textbooks and notes, trying to overcome all difficulties to remember mysterious facts and figures. I know that thousands of students, at that moment, bent down their textbooks and notes, trying to overcome all difficulties and remember vague facts and figures. What do they really care about? I can't help myself. I can't help myself. I walked to the campus. In the first building where I stopped, there was a light in a classroom. The place where I stopped is under construction, and there is a light in the classroom. I walked in; Two young men scattered papers all over the room. I walked in, and two young people were in the room with papers everywhere. Class is not in session; Two people alone together. There is no meeting in class; Two people alone. "Hi, guys," I said. "Hi, researcher," I said. They looked up. They looked up. Their eyes are full of pain. Their eyes are full of pain. It seems that they haven't slept for three or four days. It seems that they haven't slept for three or four days. [5] [5]

Guys, what's this? I said. [6], where are people? I said.

Please leave us alone for a while, one of them said softly. Please leave us, one of them said softly.

"Leave you alone?" I said. I said, "Did you leave alone?" .

"The finals," gasped another. "Last", another breath.

I walked out of the room and became a leisurely walk on campus. I walked out of the room and began to take a leisurely walk on campus. Men and women hobbled towards the library, looking as if they were going to cry. The men and women looked as if they were sobbing because they staggered the library. They muttered to themselves. They muttered to themselves. They raised their eyes and prayed silently. They raised their eyes and prayed silently. They walked into the bushes, steadied themselves and walked on. They got into the tree, put away the body and walked on. I feel great. I think it's good. I used to be one of them, but now I'm not. I'm one of them, but not anymore. In this world, there may be nothing more exciting than staying on campus during the final exam and knowing that you don't have to take the exam. Maybe there is no more exciting feeling in this world than the final exam, the university campus and the understanding period, so don't let it go.

Most of the evening, I wandered between buildings, watching the students prepare for the final exam the next day. I spent most of my wandering nights from construction to construction, watching my classmates prepare for the final exam the next day. All this is so familiar. Everything is so familiar. They gathered around the long desk and spiral bound notebooks. Their spiral combined laptops turned on, and their cameras turned on. They asked each other questions. [8] Questions about each other. There was a long silence, followed by a series of tentative answers. There was a long silence, followed by a series of preliminary answers. Swearing is common. Swearing is the same. A moan broke out. A groan broke out. They stamped their feet on the floor and stared out of the window, looking like they were going to cry. They stamped their feet on the floor and stared out of the window as if they were going to cry. They glanced at me occasionally. They looked at me for a while. Under normal circumstances, they may be curious about my existence, but on this night, their eyes are glazed and they can't even think. Under normal circumstances, they may always be curious about my existence, but on this night, they have too many eyes, and they can't even think it's dull. [9] [9] I just read the sports page and winked at them. No sooner had I watched the sports festival than they blinked.

If I have a kind heart, I will keep a big secret of the real world for them. If I am in a charitable mood, I will tell them a big secret of the real world. This is the secret that all of us who have been to college know only when we are out of college; A secret, if college students know it, will relax their minds and make them calm. This is a secret. After studying in our university, we got a secret. If college students know, it will ease their mentality and make them calm. The secret is this: there is no final exam in real life. The secret is this: Is there a final exam in real life?

It's true. It's true. In the real world, you don't need to know anything. In the real world, you know nothing. In no case, you have to sit down in a crowded room, narrow your eyes and concentrate, ruminating on obstacles and absurd facts from your memory. Have you ever had to sit down in a crowded room, crumple your eyes and think about vague and absurd facts in your memory? You can take this book with you in real life. In real life, your books are put together. College students believe it: real life is an open-book exam. I believe college students: in real life, it is an open-book exam. If you forget something, you can look it up, have a look, or ask someone smarter than you. [10], or ask someone who is smarter than you. Easy; Much easier than college. It's easy, much easier than college.

The only place where you will encounter something as strange and terrible as the final exam is in college. The only place where you will encounter some bizarre and terrible final exams is the university. University administrators deceive students into believing that the final exam is only a slight precursor to what will happen every day. [1 1] world. But it's not true. But this is not the case. If the real world is as bizarre and bad as the final exam, you will see everyone on the street walking around like a college student in exam week. If the real world is bizarre and the final exam sucks, you will see that college students are walking in the street with the same dementia and poor state during the exam. No, it's all downhill. No, it's all the college finals after downhill [12]. Real life is a coast in real life [13], gliding. [13], gliding. No one will ask you to compare and contrast Elizabeth's works. No one has ever asked you to compare and contrast the works of the author of Queen Elizabeth [14]; [ 14]; No one will ask you to trace the Boer War. [15]. If someone really comes to ask you similar questions while you are at work, he will soon be put in a mental hospital. If someone comes to give you a job and asks you such a thing, he will soon be locked up in an institution somewhere [16]. [ 16].

I could have told the students. I can tell the students. I could have understood their thoughts quickly and made things easier. I can comfort their thoughts and make things easier. I could have invited them to have a beer with me and talk about the final exam week. I can invite them to join the beer. I forgot the final exam week. Look at the top 500 executives of [17] company. I could have praised them. [17], I can tell them. Do you think anyone dares to ask them how they did in the college final exam? Do you think no one will be afraid to ask them how they did the final exam in college? I could have filled the students' minds with such comforting thoughts. I can comfort students' hearts like this.

But I didn't. Why should I have it? Why me? I have gone through many final exams. The final exam makes me crazy, and now it's time for students to be crazy. I've been through many finals, and I'm going crazy. Now it's time to be crazy about these students. I looked at them in despair, and I smiled at those who were truly satisfied. I smiled, a really satisfied smile [18]. I stayed on campus until midnight, and then I wanted to leave. I lived on campus until nearly midnight, and then I got lost. On the path between some teaching buildings, something rolled on the sidewalk and floated with the wind. On the way between some teaching buildings, things fell on the sidewalk and drifted away with the wind. I knelt down and picked it up. I knelt down and picked it up. This is a blue book [19], which is a fantastic and chilling symbol of the final exam week. [19], a terrible and chilling symbol of the last week. A poor student took out the test paper and threw it on the ground. A blue book, some poor students took his test paper and threw it on the ground. I put it in my pocket and smiled mechanically. I insisted on smiling mechanically in my pocket. The lights in the campus building are still on, just like all night, but I have to go home. The lights in the campus building are still shining. They stayed up all night, but I wanted to go home.

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