I am a freshman this year and have just come to a strange environment. I remember that when I reported that day, I was deeply impressed by the warm smiles and greetings of my seniors and sisters. I think I came to a big family, a place full of warmth and love. Then we got along with our roommates. The first night, we lost sleep, perhaps because we were not familiar with each other. Apart from simple greetings, we have no topic, listening to everyone's breathing until dawn. During the fifteen-day military training, we cared for each other, helped each other, ate together and got up together, like a small group. We began to talk about life, ideals, the past and the future. The dormitory is no longer heavy breathing, but the laughter of six people. Then run for the class Committee and be interviewed by the college student union. I failed again and again. Once proud, stubborn and confident, my heart suddenly cooled. But I still live every day seriously as always. The two-day sports meeting has ended and the planned university life has officially begun. I don't give up.