The snow was blowing outside the window, and the trees on the campus and the roof of the teaching building opposite were already covered with snow. When I looked up and saw the vast fog in the distance, I felt confused for a moment. The teacher always said that if you have a dream in your heart, you should work hard towards it, but why do you still feel confused despite your efforts? Fuck, I was looking at the blackboard and lamenting, why did my deskmate sleep like a pig every day and still get the first place in the grade?
Concept: If you like it, don't miss it. Love does not distinguish between men and women.