In the college graduation season, I recalled that the time of American writing 1 was quiet, the lush years were fleeting, and the childishness and ignorance of last night were also washed away by time. Some people say that university is a paradise for dreamers and a hotbed of dreamers. Perhaps, all living things have their own life trajectories and laws. Whether it is successful or not, we all pack our bags and tidy up our mood; Take away your dreams, take away your youth, erase your footprints and memories, and continue to write your own script tomorrow.
Farewell is coming, and parting begins gradually. In this age of vague feelings, the friendship between universities, especially the friendship between brothers, allows us to enjoy the last publicity of youth without interest, purpose and formality. Once, we built a barrier between each other. After we stepped into the door, we put down hypocrisy and vigilance, put down all interests and smoked our hearts. We can use our brains together to tell the story of "Hu Kan" inside and outside. ...
Some people say that friendship is like wine, the longer it gets, the more mellow it becomes; Some people say that time will dilute everything, and those who drift away will always be strangers. I can't forget the days when I was chilling, playing truant, and backpacking together. The contradictions and tacit understanding in the past are the happiness and happiness of today's thoughts. I think I will miss you as always, no matter whether the future is sunny or sunny. ...
Wushan is a pen, the sea is ink, and it is difficult to discredit your face. This used to be the sweetness of flowers, and it was a vow of eternal love. At the beginning of the autumn wind, it took away the petals that struggled with the running water; Go, there are thoughts under the awn tree. The essence of paper, pale words, when the stars are silent mountains, bury the agreement together in the autumn wind and let everything return to zero.
I don't think some love has begun to count down, and I can't tolerate my willfulness without cherishing it. Graduation season is also a time cycle, a casual and farewell autumn and winter. Leaves fall, geese fly south, and the path is cut in autumn, leaving only residual red and sadness everywhere. Once upon a time, I wanted to become a stone bridge and a star in the sky, praying and looking at that faint smile. Gorgeous summer flowers, originally thought to be a blessing from heaven, made you direct an unforgettable period. The bright eyes were cold and the earth was cold, and the curtain at dusk looked at it, and loneliness became a kind of sadness.
Stepping on the node of youth, from hesitation, youth and ignorance to stability and elegance. For the sake of career or life, we no longer care about the lost youth. The road of all beings has also been brought to grow up meaningless, making our naive age obscure.
The breeze blows the moon, and the fallen flowers fill the ancient city. The past clank of iron, like a lonely goose, hastily forgot its path to advance. In the face of life, we should not only choose, but also take care of hardships. Some people say that if you choose a career, you must give up freedom, love, get rid of the noise, and keep your heart with blue lanterns. Without you, you can only go to the rainbow of victory. I want to soar only near hope, and stop is a trough. If you stick to it, life will be more colorful. The world of mortals is full of noise, and many ambitious scholars are tired of life and lose their feelings and dreams. Not only for steering, but also for keeping faith and chasing, and living for the moment before dawn. Unfortunately, time was not wasted. Life goes on. ...
A lack of old words dyed new rhyme, drifting, drunk for thousands of years. Graduation season, I seem to see those figures, those scenes and those stories. Hasty years, such as rain, cheap wishes: those who are heading for the corner of life, the prospect is rainbow!
Stopped at the fork in the road, buried the inscription, and waved unscrupulously yesterday evening. ...
The graduation season is coming soon, and even those who are not in the process of graduation can easily feel the atmosphere, because many feelings are contagious, especially for those who have not graduated yet. When they see that their seniors are about to graduate, they can't help but imagine what they will be like when they graduate, whether they are confident to go far away, or they can't find a job in despair. I'm afraid the most anxious people are those who haven't decided yet. It seems that everything is over, but nothing comes of it.
For various reasons, I have to write several articles about my graduation these days. In fact, I don't feel that much, because sometimes I am often the kind of heartless person. I feel that graduation is the same as summer vacation, and the deepest feeling is that I have nowhere to go, with a bleak gesture of hopelessness and despair.
Going home, in fact, I really don't want to, want to escape, escape from the harsh reality air, and escape from the trivial life of a group of people. Although, sometimes, I like crowds, I like strangers, not familiar people. Ask someone to take you in. Nobody wants to, and I'm embarrassed and not used to it. You want to live in the street, but you are afraid of being killed by the heat.
In fact, I want to go to a distant place without darkness, and then die tenaciously. But I'm not smart enough. Many times, I wish I could be smarter. Not that kind of smart thinking, but that kind of smart who can repair light bulbs. Sometimes I feel very independent, but I'm not as smart as the one who can fix light bulbs ... alas, I'm just stupid.
I think, for many people, the deepest feeling of graduation will be, too late? It seems that everything is too late, too late to cross the streets of Rongcheng, too late to talk about a youthful and hazy campus love, too late to do some frivolous actions, too late to do anything for a friend, too late to become that steady self, and then-graduated. But it seems natural that it is too late.
Graduation is the kind of farewell ceremony that is both reluctant and reluctant. That's not the youth we are going to die, because with the change of time, youth can be postponed continuously. Even if you are over 30, you can still play a dusty guitar and sing a high-spirited old boys. That should be-the pride of our aging.
After all, the most rare thing in youth should be a desperate and proud attitude.
Some people will be engraved in their memories forever, even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, but the feeling when they think of him will never change.
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Time flies, time is like a song, and you will say goodbye in a blink of an eye. Don't give up? Helpless? Has become the past.
I used to think that my university would be extraordinary and have my own love and ideals, but now I find that I just finished college and bid farewell to my university and my dream.
It is not the season of parting, but it is full of this sad atmosphere. Go or stay? No one can decide. This is life. We all live for it. No matter how tired you are, you should kneel down and walk the road you choose. Rain seems to be the same theme in different seasons, and there is a sour taste in the hazy rain. Light a cigarette and slowly watch it disappear in your hands, go away and never come back.
In this way, we grew up unconsciously, and our youth no longer existed. We don't want to look back, and we don't want to look back, for fear that we will cry alone again. Several people use the same key and open the same door, and several people bid farewell to the empty dormitory with the same eyes. Goodbye, maybe never again.
When I am alone, I will always be immersed in memories until I burst into tears without knowing it. I'm a little numb after a separation. The students have all gone away, and the familiar faces hover in my mind and finally disappear. Only the remaining memento mori vaguely remembers that year when we were still very young.
Time is passing, years are passing, food is being eaten, wine is being drunk, people are gathering, people are being scattered, seemingly happy scenes, and who knows the sadness and helplessness. Cry, no one is right or wrong, laugh, we still have to walk, drink, drink one after another, say, don't hide what we should say, get drunk, we walk side by side, tired, find a shoulder to lean on. Cheers, we still have a long way to go.
Time has changed from three years to two years. From two years to now, it's only one week. Cherish what you should cherish, keep what you should keep, take the familiar road again and embrace the familiar people again. This is the last memory of the university. Maybe when you think of these things in the future, you will wake up from your dream with a smile.
Goodbye, my university, goodbye, my classmates and teachers, goodbye, my friends, goodbye, my Zeng Jin.