I have a friend, his name is Liu Wenbo.
Recently, for some reason, my memories of the past have been floating around. It has been seven years since I left university life. Now, although I am not considered successful, I do have enough food and clothing. I came to the beautiful Kyoto a year ago and stayed there for a year. Yesterday was the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Chinese lunar calendar. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I felt homesick. After graduating from college seven years ago, a TOEFL and a plane ticket sent me to the banks of the Cambridge River. In the next seven years, I began to wander in a foreign land. The customs, customs, and intoxicating scenery of the foreign land not only brought me visual enjoyment, but also inevitably increased my mental fatigue and attachment to home. It's been seven years, come home!
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The luckiest thing in life is to have a friend with whom you can drink together when you are happy or unhappy, and recall and reminisce about the years that passed by in the gaps!