Being in this city has been about one and a half month,now I used to amost everything here,get on very well with each other,make increasing progress in my study and the life goes as it shoud be.
Sometimes I would think of my ungraduate classmates--my brothers.
Trace back to several months ago,maybe earlier,as being in the fourth year of our ungraduate life,everone of our class was going after their own dreams,someone was preparing for finding a appropriate job,someone was preparing for taking part in the exam of graduate school.At last,someone did it,someone faild.In any case,it was pleasurable for us to follow our dreams togather.
The last time we enjoyed togather is memorable,in a way somewhat awful:skip classes just for the net bar,play PC games to midnight,sleep to the noon,chat online all day long,get drunk in every classmate' congratulation party because of his triumph of signing a contract or getting a acceptance letter.These things were the most interesting memories I have experence.Although you maybe think they are negtive and ridiculous,I will never regret to have done them,because there is no excuse for stopping doing the things you like.I think it's nothing we make our univercity campus life crizy moderately.
Yesterevening,a friend of mine called me and we talked for a long time.Hearing the voice I have heard for four years,I even couldn't explain what was my feeling when made that call.He almost works from morning to night,no time to enjoy his spare time.He said how envious about my present postgraduate life he is,but now this life is gone.
Bless all my classmates!