The day star at five in winter

School in the dream, society in the dream

The dormitory set three alarm clocks to wake me up at five o 'clock. Reason: During exam review, I went to the library early in the morning to get a seat. You can't imagine the madness unless you've been there. After half an hour of misery, I decided to get up. I hurried to the library at 5:42.

Out of the dormitory after everything is so quiet, time seems to still stay in last night. The sparse stars shone faintly in the sharp wind. All the way through the black, can not help but think of the struggle of the third year life. Although miss, but dare not look forward to it again. Everything you don't want to do is not your choice, it is forced. You don't force yourself, no one cares about you, so you can only close your eyes to see your future.

The lights are dim, although there is no birds and flowers, the wind and sunshine, but there is a rare sober mind. 5:58 into the study room. One second into another world, half a minute to have to come out. People, on one hand. Table, there are no empty seats. Disappointment, heart block. No wonder the library used display boards at the entrance to warn students to set up a good fashion... It seems only for deaf ears -- decoration.

I can not help but have a little poem to express the pity for the innocent display board: "You see, or do not see me; The board is there, neither happy nor sad. You read, or don't read me; The word is there. It doesn't come or go. You can, or I can't, the heart is there, not cold not hot. You are angry, or not angry, his book is on the desk, never give up. Go back to your dorm or find another place. Silence, silence, joy!"

Alas, the situation has come to this point, back to the dormitory designated regret, the first time in the university up so early, go back to shame ah. The second plan is to go to the teaching building. But there is always a kind of homeless feeling, do not know when the classroom will come in a group of people to prepare for the exam, but also to leave in frustration. Plan two -- kill it. The third set, just one word "wait". It's not gonna be two hours. It's okay. Wait. Reading room, elder sister is not lonely, is to open the door. Take out your notes and memorize them. Two hours. It's better than drinking it like coffee in water. As time passed, the line at the door grew longer and longer.

The seat of the study room is the first time to occupy, reading room, although I dare not say is an absolute good boy, but at least is also a good boy. N times, N≥1. That's about it. It's about 70, 80 meters. Turn around, smug, such a long line, I am the leader.

The beauty is finally here, and the team is out of shape. Ready to go in at the speed of light. Remember last time... Nightmare, wait for 40 minutes, inside almost one person occupied a table, ah, can only go home.

He came not too late, but was a book crowded out of the position. There is no need to swarm, but fear of each other because of preemption. Funny, angry. Not too many graduates, just too good.

College students, positive but not confident. Kind and selfish. Great righteousness and no sense of responsibility. Tolerant and caring for friends, but not for strangers...

If, if you'd be more frequent and get yourself a seat... If we all had a little more responsibility... If only I could think of others... Everything can only be if, this world is too cruel, this reality is not too beautiful ah......

What are the clouds, what can be called the reality of beauty?

It's not that hard to accept reality, but it's even harder to adapt. School in the dream, society in the dream. College is the door in and out. College is the place where you want to dream when you wake up. College is the place where you have to wake up in your dreams. Study rooms, libraries, teaching buildings... Everything about the university has been submerged and degraded by time. How can we see the steps on the beach when the tide is out, how can we remember the college when we are young when we are old?