This July, let’s elegant farewell, gently placed the four years of memories, dreams for a rare, open pace to chase, the platform waving a wave, not each other tears.
- Preface
Summer sun, fall on campus through canopy gaps boulevard, mottled with, winking. Two kittens teach next sang songs, and many of the stories are beginning to fall off, the campus fountain has been highlighting the power of joy kept spewing moistens dismay students in mind, the air is filled farewell the faint feelings, the entire campus Fudong Zhao layer of gray. This summer, the wind of the story never relented, the final song of our youth who are not scattered.
I wake up the morning’s first ray of sunshine, open the bedroom windows, solemn campus in the morning feeling a bit of fresh air, simply put together your own costume, wearing the coveted Bachelor of service four years ago, with a quick treat time indescribable feeling, walking quietly in a small road leading to the library.
Four years time, like a gust of wind, blowing dusty earth, through the traces left behind. The student’s name with me, like a broken line kite, fly to the distant horizon invisible, but my cheeks are journeying toward its flight direction, smiled and tears, as if still it is immersed in a world of never left.
Graduation photo shoot when we wear a uniform degree clothes, uniform standing in front of the library, the camera sounded that second, melodious youth to be fixed, we delighted with his hat into the air, shouting crazy , cheering, as if this is what we look like the original, authentic, assertive, uncovered.
Graduated, no longer have to hold those who do not understand the high number of points on behalf of hard study, no longer thinking about the next section for English class upon whom I met, never feel headache when hanging branches exam and worry, anxiety and tension never have opened scores URLs, and no longer a card to the library during the day in order to learn the afternoon. Transient youth quilt on a sentence, this period has a double meaning, it marks the end of a milestone, but also means the beginning of a new period of life.
Looking back four years of campus life, bitter, music, sour, sweet, the whole process is like an extended curtain call movies, scenes replayed with four load joy and sadness. We will never forget the bedroom four, new cafeteria on the second floor dancing together to eat the spicy chicken fried rice. We will never forget the early spring period, lotus blossom own walk together with my girlfriend heart-shaped lake, under flower find Fang. We will not forget the military training season, with everyone marching goose traveled east playground, off the dust. We will never forget the early morning hours, braving sleepy came two vacant teaching before the morning exercise perseverance intolerable. We will not forget, once accustomed to entering the classroom with each breakfast, watching the class teacher helpless. We will not forget the academic report hall with everyone recite, sing together, sharing the joy of performing together when. In those years, the dream is very heavy, like a rainｄｒｏｐ covered with youth, poured my heart. Time wind is very light, do not take the memories forever dragging footsteps.
At night the moon shines into the dormitory balcony, the stars winking down on us, the air flowing into the dormitory softened up. Night for us is like a stage, a stage chatting. Four quarters together and start chat ancient and modern, large political history, defeated country, small school stories, games homemade. Knowledgeable on the ages of the kings judgmental, Caishuxueqian lying in the bedroom lying on the bed trying to think, quietly listening. Talk will be staged every second bedroom will give us a new harvest, it is not only the performance of patriotism concern for the fate of a man, but also highlights the avant-garde idea of our new era successor, everyone you made me a language, happy to talk one night! Really happy!
We have this group of people, all from different cities, Gansu, Henan, Anhui, Hainan, so each will give their home phone said we did not understand a dialect, we occasionally will take their dialect joking. We like to laugh, like to laugh, you know some another little secret, know each other well for us, but at this last moment can not help but seem a bit sad, but we know that life is a process, graduation is just a turning point, although we are living driven to a different world, but the fetters of friendship forever in our hearts implicated opened flowers will shine forever in our hearts.
Time will always bring you mercilessly over a station another station, even if you do not want to go in how. Four years, a group of people with tears come out from the campus, but also a group of people walked in with a smile, became the faces, the same land. Graduation coming so people caught off guard, like the surging tide, unless too late, too late to finish, everything came so real, yet so quickly.
According graduation photo of those few hours, very tired, but everyone seems to have forgotten that in the middle of hard work. Everyone’s faces are invariably filled with smiles, for us, in the final moment of farewell, his face wearing a smile is the greatest sadness, so many years since this is everyone getting along together form a tacit agreement. We enjoy taking pictures, rejoice, let the sky blue overshadowed melancholy parting, say blue is the color of sadness, this time it had nothing. The familiar unfamiliar, all to a lot of photos, we know some people that do not may be a lifetime, although some students and our four years intersection of the few, but we met in the best years, it must be left to prove to each other before.
We hugged each other, delighted with, no one left tears, no one to say goodbye. Life is like a journey, it is the way the University is just one site, and then spent this site everyone has their own way, have rushed to the youthful yearning distance. This is a process that we can not stop the process, but also the only way to grow. And we have to do only wishes for his own wonderful interpretation of a world in the future.
Looking back on a life of their own footprints, deep and shallow, sizes, these footprints are my intentions to come out, each one telling a story, these stories though not exciting, but true enough, maybe not generous enough, but definitely moving, although some footprints have been engulfed tide, but in my memory they always have a unique color.
Youth is like a book filled with different words, we are the perfect interpretation of the youth of the preamble, and the story about it being staged, preparing our side curtain call, while waiting for the opening.
This summer, do not say goodbye, no complaints from the War, the sky is our blessing, the earth as we sing, we gather together to sing a beautiful song children, gifts of time thanks to our encounter with Xiangxi, for a better tomorrow vows.