Our study room is on the fourth floor of the library, and the door is generally not locked; however, the library is locked. It usually opens at 7:00 in the morning, closes at 6:00 in the afternoon, and does not open at night—because considering the small number of people in the summer school, I am afraid to live in Off-campus students are not safe from self-study at night.
Last summer, I was going to go back to study, but it was in vain. After thinking about it for a long time at home, I decided to go back to school, so I went back to school in a big way. However, the dormitory was closed, and the off-campus house was not rented in advance. Fortunately, Yanzi and fellow villagers lived in the library and were in charge of the postgraduate entrance examination classes, so they relied on them and moved into this building. There are quite a few friends in the building. The aboriginal residents are responsible for guarding the building, some are working part-time during the holidays, some are responsible for postgraduate entrance exams, and some are preparing for exams... Girls live in the search room on the second floor, and boys live in the electronic reading room on the third floor. I can understand how other students who live outside envy us who live in the library, not to mention rent, not even water and electricity bills, there is free hot water, and there is a compartment behind the electronic reading room, as a kitchen. Usually, the boys go out to buy vegetables in the early morning, and work together at noon to prepare lunch. I was in a group with the monitor of the neighboring class. Hehe, we worked together very happily. He was in charge of making soup and I was cooking; whoever came down first (we read on the fourth floor and cooked on the third floor), whoever cooked first. Now that I think about it, I miss the soup he made, hehe. When I went back to the study room to read at night, I had a strange feeling that this building was a large villa that belonged to us: the second floor was the bedroom; the third floor was the kitchen; the fourth floor was the study, haha!
Seems to be off topic, back to Mmma Mia, watching it on the index room -- that old-fashioned tail computer in our bedroom. That night, I was alone to see one o'clock in the morning. Everyone fell asleep, except for the roar of the air conditioner starting. With a headset, I watched the film where the whole nation danced and cheered. I laughed and cried and was moved. Then I thought of my mother, and thought that I would become a mother, and I felt very kind. The next day, inexplicably, I sent a short message to my mother, telling her, I have a mother, I feel very happy, and I hope she can be happy because I have a daughter.
Today's Mother's Day, I hope that all mothers in the world will always be happy, young, healthy and happy.
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