I finally make up my mind to study english for the second time.

Having lived in Beijing for about one month,I deeply realize the vital difference between Beijing and cities like Wuhan. It is no longer the question of regret or not cause I met my major,but there's still something buried in my heart,sometimes silent,sometimes urticant.and you will never know when it begins to grow.

Without a long careful consideration,I am now on my way to the real dream.It's not natural however,even with some factors compelled by others.I didn't appreciate it in the very beginning,but the powerful real world makes everything possible.

It's also a practice that reminds myself to continue.You guys,may be disturbed by the boring poor description.Forgive me.