However, I am different. In this month, I insisted on doing a lot of things.
First, insist on going to bed late, stay up late and play with the phone;
Second, insist on getting up late, eat breakfast at ten o'clock, and continue to eat lunch at eleven o'clock;
Third, insist on sitting in front of the computer when you're full and have fun;
Fourth, insist on not exercising, and raise a fat so as to keep warm;
Fifth, insist on chopping hands, although I struggle inside, but I can't stop chopping hands.
Sixth, the medicine did not stop ......
Is it that my life is too unhealthy, and then realized that you have also accomplished such a "great achievement" like me, and enjoy it?
Don't be afraid, it's not too late to change.
At least, I realized that I've been writing for almost a month now, and of course I've been eating three meals a day.
I remember my freshman year in the Civics class, the Civics teacher was very funny and humorous, always able to talk about the social issues in a head-on, in-depth, and constantly expanding our thinking.
Later, the teacher asked us to read a biography or other book every week and then write about it. At that time, in order to spell a usual points, I began to take this task to heart, ran to the library to borrow several books, before and after writing a dozen articles.
Some of the stories were fascinating, and the notes after reading were written seriously, spilling over two or three pages, like the biography of Salinger; some were written very perfunctorily, and the book was only 1/3 of the way through before they started to make things up, like the book Genius on the Left, Madman on the Right; and some of them really didn't have much of a ****ing voice, so they just had to copy a few sentences, like the one about "Landing in the City: the Last Human Migration and Our Future".
This habit still makes me take it upon myself to pick up my pen and write some afterthoughts on a movie or TV show after the course is over, all of which I keep in my book, occasionally flipping back to my previous writing to make myself laugh.
Of course, until I came home from vacation, I never bothered to think about it.
When I was a freshman, I hadn't gotten rid of the habit of waking up early from my high school dormitory life, and I still woke up at 7:00 every day, and went out for breakfast at 7:30. But because my roommates don't eat much breakfast or love to eat individually wrapped puffed bread, I had to wait for the other dormitory buddies to go to the cafeteria together, and enjoyed a bowl of steaming wontons with great joy.
Later, because I was too lazy to wait for others, I woke up early and ran around the campus, to the cafeteria, and then ran back to the dormitory to get a bun. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this.
After that, the study task is more and more heavy, I began to give up the pace of running to the cafeteria, in the dormitory ate breakfast and rushed to the classroom self-study. The first thing I noticed was that there was a handsome man (referred to as "God"), who always arrived at the classroom earlier than I did, so I was quietly drumming in my heart to catch up with him, until one day when I left my dormitory door at about 7:10, I was finally ahead of him.
Then I began to slowly stay in bed, and then get up late, often on the way to the cafeteria bumped into the breakfast has been rushed to the classroom of the god, and every time so, always rise inside a burst of guilt.
Then, the second year of college just started that will, the coursework is less, I became more lazy, every day to sleep until eight or nine o'clock, no longer see the boy god. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm not going to be able to do it.
Last year, I saw that he was already preparing for graduate school, a junior with a group of senior graduate school class, quietly working hard. Perhaps, the male god is to be so let people use to worship.
In the second half of the second semester, in order to change my bad habits, I began to participate in Day30's early morning activities, in fact, for a Polaroid prize. I've been doing this for about a month now, and I've been waking up early every day with an alarm clock, and occasionally I turn it off and go back to sleep and forget to punch the clock, and I feel guilty about it and lose my mind for a whole day, and I keep telling myself that, and I've kept waking up early for a very long time.
Of course this habit still died on my vacation.
Finally, a word about my mom and dad. Since I left home for college a few years ago and my brother was at work every day, I've speculated about the boredom of both my mom and dad. Then I realized that I was really stupid and naive. Without my brother and I to tie up, my parents that life can be said to be free and easy.
My dad woke up at 5:00 every day, sometimes to go running, sometimes to go swimming with my mom. During my summer vacation home, every day I caught a glimpse of light in the wee hours of the morning then slept dead until noon until my mom came home from grocery shopping.
They just love to swim so much that it's hard for me, as a dry duck, to understand. This year, not long after the Spring Festival the weather is a little warm, my father has sought to go swimming, and then excitedly told my mother, "recently a lot of people to go swimming yea, I also plan to go." And it's a good thing my mom stopped me, otherwise I'd be the poor little guy who sleeps until the wee hours of the morning every day and is left home alone.
In addition, my father also likes to plant vegetables, I guess it is the habit of life when I was young. In a small piece of land next to my house, seven or eight kinds of vegetables are planted, and when the weather is good, he turns over the ground and waters it.
And from my high school to boarding, my father began to plant the tomatoes I love to eat, remember the season, remember to fertilize the time, take care of more than other vegetables, and then every day to stare at, so scared that they do not dare to turn red.
In addition, my dear mom in addition to the morning to go swimming, and in the evening to follow the sisters to go to the square dance. Because mom learns to dance faster, sometimes a few aunts come to my house, and a group of them start discussing all kinds of dance styles, playing loud music. Then I was on the sidelines, cheering and applauding.
Like my parents such as the middle-aged and elderly, can adhere to exercise, have a healthy lifestyle, so that their lives are more colorful, but also let us these children envy.
Before going back to school, I asked my dad, I went back to school and my mom did not accompany you, you will not miss me ah. Then my dad faintly returned a sentence, "you quickly go, you are always at home to bully me also grab the TV". Then I turned my head to ask my mom, my mom said, "You go quickly, the home of the rice are almost eaten up by you".
Well, this is a very loving mom and dad.
Seeing this, are you starting to think of something?
I, on the other hand, have been calculating that I should get back to the habit of reading books, and look at other people's stories, and experience a different realm, and life will be a lot more fulfilling.
A good habit may really need to be pushed, otherwise, every time you go home on vacation, everything will be back to normal!
So, let's make a good habit together in the coming days.
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