This is the last day of April. I am sitting in the library, typing.

Except several hard working students it is almost empty here. Warm sunshine and mild breeze, no wonder so many people went outside for vacation.

The whole morning, I made great efforts to suppress my restlessness. I convinced myself that I would have a much more marvelous vacation than anyone else as long as I got over the last two weeks; however, my thoughts still start to drift around.

I begin to plan what am I going to have a feast after the entrance exam and how do I set off after the final exam.

I think of my hometown and the heavenly West Lake. It is the golden time to wander around the Lake, or boat in water, but I have missed this for two years since I came to Beijing. How intensely do I miss all the fascinating scenery there, the flourishing willow and pure water and the humid wind.

No one can deny that one’s birthplace would occupy an irreplaceable place in their lives. For me, no matter where I went to in these years, Hangzhou is always my favorite city. I am supposed to work there after the graduation, but as the pressure for finding a job become weightier and weightier, I have totally no idea about my future. To some degree, my application for the due degree is something of a testing. I want to know my limitation, and to test out to what degree can I achieve if I try hard.

Well, it’s time to withdraw my thoughts. You know, if I need to work hard, I have to be back to my mathematics right now.