1, If You Are a Rose

If you are a rose, please bow deeply in this hot summer. You are my flower the day before yesterday and the day after tomorrow. If you love me, if you are a rose, happiness will burn! Step forward, go through the nightmare, and let your thorn go deep into my flesh. But I'm not here. I'm walking higher in the air.

If you are a rose, turn your heavy head to my summer road, droop and stick it on your back. If you love me, if you are a rose, you will suffer nothing!

2. University life

I seldom remember the rows of neat tables and chairs, which exude a faint book fragrance in the afterglow of the sunset. You and I are sitting under the podium, with tender faces, a port that once set sail, and a paradise that we once dreamed of. On the military training ground three years ago, the military songs were light, and with the yearning for the university, we gathered in the same place.

There is no vast campus in my imagination, but it can't stop my thirst for knowledge. At that time, some of us were studying hard and some were enjoying time. No matter how we spend it, we have had unforgettable scenery in a corner of the campus. Now, we are finally going to break up and go our separate ways, just like dandelion seeds floating in the wind.

For our dreams and responsibilities, we must learn to be strong. There is no more shining of students' aura, and I can't go back to that carefree and laughing time. Maybe this is growth, maybe we will leave our hometown and slowly taste the vicissitudes of the social real world.

Dear students, no matter how hard life is, please don't give up your pursuit and dreams, and don't lose yourself and your direction in the vast sea of people, because you are not brave and no one is strong for you! Goodbye, my university, let me look at you again, please let me look at you affectionately.

Going back and forth, I don't know how many times I walked back and forth on that street, but I can't wait any longer, the season of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance. Half an acre of pond grass, please let me bury my childlike innocence there with my hands.