Normally,I go back to my parents when weekends come.This weekend,my best friend came to see me from Shanghai,and also some of my classmates,we had a reunion dinner.And everything is just so great.We talk,we laugh,we went to KTV to shout out loud without feeling shame of the wrong rythme and the indecent behavior.Everything seems like the past,but we are not.I can still remember the first day I went to the university,all the things were so fresh and strange to me.I was excited and curious about the new environment and my future.Time flies,7 years have past.I'm still here in this city,living a different life and facing different people and doing different things.I hate this city for a long time,all I wanted was to get a chance and then leave here.Now I get the chance,but suddenly,I feel so sorry for it.I lived here for 7 years.How many 7 years can I have in my whole lifetime?Countable.All the dreams I had when I first arrived here are getting more and more far away from me.I always want to be different from the other normal girls,but it seems that I'm on the way to be a member of them.Still the same streets,still the same buildings,just we are not who we are in those years any more.