I didn't resist getting up early and urging me to go to bed early. Mom sent a message saying that the temperature has dropped these days, but it is not so cold. The wind was blowing hard, and the mud idea on the black cotton-padded jacket made me experience the sandstorm in Changchun for the first time.

It's cloudy and the lights in the classroom are on. When I looked out the window, I was in a trance. Beauty can give people the illusion. The yellow sand on the glass turned pink. For a moment, I thought it was a night study in high school, so I filmed it and sent it to Cher. Today's ideas are conveyed by the wind.

I have been exposed to many new courses recently. Today, I learn Yuan Zaju. Now I only remember that "taking part in accidental amusement" started from zaju. I have always liked university teachers. They are kind, humble and have love in their eyes. You can see a steady stream of motivation in them.

Coming out of the teaching building, the wind became smaller and the dust settled, but there was a comfortable feeling. On the branches and lawns, it has been blown away by the wind and sand. When the spring rain falls and mixes with the spring mud, it will sprout and bloom.

The days at school are decreasing day by day, which is also the reason for recording here. Many new windows have been opened in the canteen, and I want to try them all, which is also a different intersection from outside Kyrgyzstan.