慢热

the first day, u didnt like them. u didnt like their snobbish accents, the fakery, the arrogant know-it-all.

the last day u felt a special kinship, knowing each others most childish dream, most noble aspiration, a closeness in emotion.



the first day, the reluctance to cheer, the passiveness, the lack of enthusiasm. u made it through because u had a friend, but u wished u didnt waste ur time going.

the last day everyone were great friends, as if we had known each other for longer than 4 days, and all e original reluctance was forgotten and only the good parts were recalled, as if we were so enthusiastic throughout. but it was good.



the first day, u didnt want to go. it was a thin line and u could have stayed held up in your room, closed to the world. u recalled previous times, u act enthusiastic for the games, u participate, but u only felt like a cheat, a pretender at the end. those foreigners, you cant talk to them.

the last day, we are all friendly neighbours, going supper, laughing, laughing and laughing. you are part of the group now. belonging.


the conclusion: 慢热.
remember it in the future, endure through the beginning and the end will be sweet.