1, a few degrees of spring breeze, bloom flowers fall several times, the geometry freezes and melts, and the time of drifting away is looming, inadvertently appearing on my keyboard, reminding me of the clumsiness when I first used the keyboard. Looking back silently, I fell on my thick classmates' records, yellowed notes and smiles in distant photos, recalling the beauty of those years ago.

2. It sneaked into the dream at night and drove away thoughts, but it brought one picture after another, as well as the melancholy teenager of that year, looking at the question mark in front of him and continuing to be melancholy. Put your hands in your pockets, not just around your hands, but also your parents' care and blame, the teaching and encouragement of several teachers, the support and shouts of countless friends, and more unpleasant advice.

The alarm clock reminds people noisily that the day has arrived every day, but sleepiness has been dragging people's bodies and telling the beauty of sleep. Finally, it is unknown whether the alarm clock fails in the power of sleepiness or sleepiness is lost in the loud cry of the alarm clock. All I know is that I look back on yesterday's day every day, and time is at this moment, continuing its passage and never coming back.