Autumn along the coast seems to be very short, from a slow midsummer to autumn, but it doesn't stay long. Walking on the road a few days ago, the golden leaves of ginkgo trees on both sides are still flourishing. I don't know when, when I passed by again, I found the bare trunk straight and abrupt, and the ground was withered.

Those short messages that remind me of the weather changes and pay attention to keeping warm and preventing colds also come quietly. The first thing to do when I get up in the morning is to lift the curtains and see the fog beads on the opposite window. Some of them got together and fell into a long ground line because they couldn't bear gravity. The outside world is blurred and can't be seen clearly.

I quickly packed my things and went to the canteen for breakfast. I don't know when I started drinking soybean milk, and the constant hot air made me feel very warm.

Sometimes I feel tired because of all kinds of courses and experiments, and even weekends can make people fidget. Sometimes, I'm afraid of a course not because it's complicated, but because the teacher's leaping thinking and the speed of speaking in expressway make me confused. He stood on the podium, with the passion of patriotic speech, but I sat there, casually turning my pen.

Just get used to it.

From Monday to Friday, I am eager to have free time and do anything. But when I have time, I don't cherish it.

I find myopia a very painful thing. In other words, I regret my myopia. For a person with severe myopia like me, others look ridiculous. Glasses on the bridge of the nose look a little dull and childish. When I tried to rampage through the campus without glasses, everything in front of me was like watching a low-resolution color TV.

Once on Sina. I saw a web page about career evaluation. After opening it with great interest, I did a lot of questions. I forgot most of it. But one thing is certain, that is, I am not looking forward to employment very much. In other words, I am still very vague about what industry to choose in the future. The student ID card provides many benefits, but I can't carry it with me all my life.

I remember when I first started school, I came earlier. I am the only one in the dormitory. I usually take up eight people's space, and there is no one to talk with me. I spent three days like this until the girl in the lower berth came. I listen to music on the radio and watch movies on the computer most of the time every day. I like listening to the radio. In junior high school, I would turn on the radio at noon and then start doing my homework. Listening to other people's music on demand, mostly birthday wishes. At that time, I was looking forward to my birthday, and others could order a piece of music I like. I must be very happy. Hehe, what puzzles me a little is that every time I listen to music and do my homework, my parents don't object. They are really the best parents in the world.

I live in the upper berth, and I make my bed very comfortable. When I was a child, I was very sleepy. Wake up hungry on weekends, or turn on the TV in the early morning and watch TV dramas with relish. I slept late in college. I fell asleep at 11: 12 recently, and I had to pretend to be full of energy to go to class the next day. I find that taking class notes is a good way to get rid of drowsiness. It can help you concentrate and not fall asleep. So, I began to doodle in class. On the calculus paper, my masterpieces are everywhere. I drew very well when I was a child. I think if I learn to draw, maybe we can be together. Unfortunately, in junior high school, I never painted anything again.

My childhood memories are always beautiful. My second sister, like me, likes to look back on the past. There is a song that I once liked very much: "There they are, they are all old, but fortunately I accompanied them.".

Sina's blog was accidentally opened and I visited someone else's blog, which was really rich in content. A shareholder talks big on his own website. A girl who is keen on online shopping is drying the treasures she bought from Taobao. A caring mother has opened a blog for her triplet daughter, which contains many photos of their lives and looks very cute. There are three daughters in our family, three years apart in age. Names are interrelated. Sometimes, I think the three of us are like triplets. Now a year, we don't spend much time together, usually by phone or text message. But I think the affection between sisters is very deep. Even if there are not many topics, I don't know what to say on the phone. It is comforting to hear their voices.

We live in different places and fight for our own lives.