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How boring. In fact, the purpose of writing this book is not to have any thoughts or feelings. I just feel that I have to say something. It is like a diary, a campus diary. This happened on the last day of the year. Nothing to be happy about. It seemed that the magnetic field lines returned to the South Pole. Everything seemed to be bad. Well, I know that these setbacks of mine are nothing compared to the pain of war or the suffering that many people are suffering, but they can always give me a blow. This is the numerology of extreme joy and sorrow. It cannot always be good or bad. Therefore, I wrote down my memories of the school this year to record my feelings.