Walking on the playground, my mind is full of dribs and drabs from school. I bid farewell to the person who accompanied me and the bag I carried for several years. Farewell, my dear mushroom. Cool. May you live a poetic life in the distance.

Since then, your convenience has become my miss. My distance has completely become a distance. After graduation, the people I miss seem to gather less and leave more; After graduation, it seems unnecessary to say what I want to say. After graduation, I sealed a lot of good memories and buried them in my mind.