Poetry Reading In this season when lilacs are in full bloom, in this summer when youth is gone, in this sad campus, at this moment when we are doomed to leave, my friend, do you still remember our naive but confident self-introduction on the first day of school? Remember at the sports meeting, we cheered with one heart and one mind? Do you still remember our swaggering performance in the hot sun during military training? Do you remember this time last year, when we sent our brothers and sisters away in tears? I always think that four years in college is a long time. We are busy with passionate participation in clubs, obsessed with games and preparing for Band 4 all night. But in a blink of an eye, we will graduate. We always thought that graduation was far away, and we didn't have time to listen to a teacher's lecture, have a good drink with our roommates and watch a movie with our beloved lover. But in a blink of an eye, we will graduate. Yes, we are really going to graduate. Those. That fleeting, happy and extremely happy time will never return. Yes, we really want to leave. Those who you love, hate, are familiar with, admire and deeply miss will go their separate ways. We are about to graduate, and the crowded four streets will still engrave our extravagant time of wasting youth. We are going to graduate, will there be melancholy boys on the bench in Unicom Square? Will there be a new round of unknown struggle in the study room we fought during the postgraduate entrance examination? We are about to graduate, have lived together for four years, and feel sorry for the host who is about to leave. Our friends don't cry when we get drunk at the farewell party and quietly drop tears into our glasses; When we set foot on the train home, we watched the brothers on the platform cry in pain, but our friends didn't cry; When we touch the dusty photos and look back with smiles and regrets, our friends don't cry; Don't cry when we wake up in the middle of the night dreaming of our former friends, and we miss them infinitely but can't touch them. At least, we had the happiness of suffering together! Time has passed, really. Who remembers those colorful college days? Youth will never come again. In which corner did those scattered youth stories take root? Time flies, we look forward to the sunrise tomorrow and pursue our dreams brilliantly. Youth is over, and we are waiting for the next one to open. While we are still naive, we can be young and crazy without reservation; While we are still simple, we can cry like no one's watching; While we are still brave, we can go forward bravely and cheer for our ideals! Because, this is our young battlefield! Goodbye, my professional courses, my postgraduate notes, my beloved tennis racket, and my colorful college life; Goodbye, my respected teacher, my dear classmate, my unforgettable lover, my college time of singing and laughing; Goodbye, my thesis defense, my farewell party, my farewell dinner, my graduation ceremony, my dancing college time; Goodbye, I am young and energetic, I am magnificent, I am passionate, and I have no regrets!