Every month, there is always a period of time when thoughts are flowing, but at that time, there is no pen to write down, or, write down, and publish it on the dream Chen Feng.

That period of time is called Zeng.

Now, every day, we muddle along, and then one person in the network world, no trace, no memory, no bit worth remembering.

Suddenly, a familiar person with a familiar voice appeared behind me, just as he said when facing me at the beginning: "Jiang Chen, I know you can write, but you are young now, and I used to love writing, now, haha~"

He is my teacher.

I seem to be walking too fast, so fast that I can't bear it and can't let myself face everything.

When we opened the Three Kingdoms Massacre, the familiar rhythm suddenly sounded. I knew that a feeling of war came. As a lord, we could pacify the world, as a loyal minister, dance with the king, as a traitor, overthrow the decadence of the emperor, as a traitor, we could find both sides and build our own empire. In the national war, there are team-mates who sweep the world together. No team-mates create team-mates, and then live to the end to establish their own dynasty.

This is the game I like. Just like the primary school students are obsessed with the king pesticide, they like card games. They gamble on their luck and then go to calculate the mysteries. In the end, whether they win or lose, they laugh. After all, I try my best. It is man who proposes and God who disposes.

But ah, such a feeling of experience, but after the experience can not write anything.

The Kindle is eating ashes, and the new book list has been copying Uncle's, watching him running, and then curling up in a corner, looking at the rough twists and turns, I envy but have not been transplanted. It turns out that there are still so many waiting for me, but I do nothing, waiting silently, fooling around, wasting my time.

However, a new life is about to begin. Let's leave a wonderful end to this muddle.

——End?

It's an exam.

The exam will start on the 27th, and then you can pack up and go home after the exam ends on July 1.

Back home, the two month vacation, again, is muddleheaded, nothing, nothing to do, nothing to do, indirect complacency, continued to eat and die. Like a lifeless puppet, I complained that I had become a puppet, but I did not have the courage to break free, nor did I interpret the story of the puppet to the ultimate beauty.

If possible, I would like to write a poem for myself, just a few words, full of feelings in my heart.

If possible, I would like to write a story for myself, outline and describe, enrich love and hatred.

However, it's better to prepare for the upcoming exam of Modern Educational Technology.

Jiang Chen
2017.06.25