Content preview:
I don't know what the road ahead will be like, but I know I can reach the other side. I watched the quiet lake, the frolicking ducks, the leisurely turtles and the elegant aquatic plants on campus. It is a warm winter afternoon in Miami, and it is a good time to bathe in the sunshine. I took the drawing board and gently felt for the ripples on the drawing paper with a charcoal pen. A long time ago, this scene came to my mind. The same scenery, the same sunshine, the same temperature, the same air and the same mood. However, at that time, this kind of scene was only in my novels. Yes, actually, I didn't prepare anything, so I went on my way. In the north of the motherland in May, the climate has just warmed up, and the dry wind has touched fine lines on the lips. Every morning, get up early, take a shower, dress up, then carry a thick folder on your back and set foot on the road to campus. I was a sophomore in the next semester, preparing my graduation thesis. My roommates have begun to attend job fairs one after another and accept round after round of interviews. They run around every day, talking about work, salary, colleagues, bosses and holidays. I just listened quietly. I didn't do anything, nor did I make any preparations. One afternoon, my roommates returned to the dormitory for a party after lunch. "Xuan, what do you want to do in the future? Prepare for postgraduate entrance examination ...