I miss college, and I will miss it often five years after graduation. It's not that my life is bad, but that I don't seem to know how to evaluate this kind of life. All the unknowns are the fear of a conservative and shy person, and the insecurity of a person in a foreign land.

In the past five years, I have returned to school more than once, and I have cried for the present day more than once, lamenting why society is so harsh on a boy in his twenties. It seems that only by doing his best can he live more easily.

University time flies, which is also from the current point of view. At that time, it seemed as long as eight semesters, as if the days were endless, the road under our feet had never moved, everything was so calm, even the hotel at the school gate was so stable, and everything seemed to be out of tune with this rapidly developing society, as if time had stood still. Miss the 3 yuan soybean milk in the second dormitory of the school, miss the sour taste in the study room, and even miss the boredom of waiting in line to cook. Memory is really an interesting thing, it always whitewashes the real world spotless.