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One month into school, there were still many classmates whose names I couldn't name. There are sixty students in the 86-level Chinese Department class. Although my memory is not necessarily worse than others when studying, my memory in terms of recognizing people is zero. So when I usually walk on campus or in the cafeteria, many classmates take the initiative to say hello to me and claim to be my classmates. I find that my impressions of them are vague and specious. It wasn't until the Mid-Autumn Festival that I really got to know Li Xiangqian, because although he has good eyesight, he is a very passive person in terms of human relations. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the class organized a social gathering for the Chinese Department of Class 86. Everyone made dumplings by themselves. After eating the dumplings, everyone gathered in a small conference room in the Chinese Department. When I walked into the conference room, the activists in the class had already decorated the conference room into a unique party scene.
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