In retrospect, nothing seems to be the saddest. A person cried many times in the playground, but in retrospect, it's not too sad, and worse is yet to come. The biggest influence of college life on me is family problems. That kind of helplessness makes me just want to cry quietly, sit in a dark corner and listen to music, watching people come and go, and feel too small. Once a person is trapped, it is difficult to get out. People around him can't get in, and they can't get out. It goes on and on, so that the last meeting is too hurtful. In fact, I am very lucky to meet such a warm and kind roommate. She accompanied me when I was sad, took care of me when I was sick, encouraged each other when I was relaxed, and she would always be by my side as long as I needed her. I often miss college life after graduation. Too many stories are more impressive because of her company. It is she who warms the broken heart, encourages the girls who feel inferior to the dust, and makes the bleak girls find the light. College life is not rich, but I am lucky to meet such a lovely group of people. I didn't become my ideal self, but at least I became better than before. Stumbling is silly, and there are bound to be sad moments along the way, but they are not the most sad, because those warm-hearted pictures are more worth cherishing and cherishing.