In a blink of an eye, four years of college have passed. The date of the report seems to be yesterday. In retrospect, how immature and polite we were. When you meet a senior, you must be called a senior, no matter whether you are beautiful or not. At that time, we were really naive, just like a newly grown radish. Looking back at the photos at that time, my eyes were full of innocence and longing, eager to formally enter the real university life and the day of graduation.
But when the graduation day really came, our eyes were full of confusion. Facing the hurried graduation season, I don't know how to choose my own life direction. It was not until I was about to go out for an internship that I deeply felt that I really wanted to graduate. I had a long chat with my roommate tonight. Talking about the day when we first arrived, I said that if I went to practice for the New Year, I wouldn't be able to go home. Suddenly I thought of all kinds of warmth at home and all kinds of food cooked by my parents. That's where we tried desperately to escape, and now we want desperately to go back.
Life will go through many graduations, but it is the most complicated time when you really decide to work directly after graduating from college. Because no one will take a book to class in the future, nor will they complain about which teacher left more homework, nor will they compare who got the most points, because all this will pass.