I am now a sophomore and a junior, and I am very attractive to universities. I have too many ideas, but slowly I find that there is too much difference between ideal and reality, and there is a sense of loss ~ ~ ~ There is too little common language. Sometimes there are too many people who feel helpless and degenerate. I don't want to collude with them, but sometimes they will. I try to get rid of it. This is not the life I want. This is not my ideal master. I silently endure the power of loneliness and anger to improve my ability. In two years, I will continue my dream. Success is only a small number of people, never give up, hope is always waiting ahead!