I asked my friend if, I mean if, do you want to start college again? He said I was too emotional. Of course, I know that the beautiful family members like flowers can't equal the fleeting years like water. I just can't bear to flow into the boundless darkness with the sound of the toilet one day. My memory will be aphasia and blank and will never be remembered again.
Seeing the new students coming. Apartments, schools, squares and streets are decorated with lanterns, gongs and drums, and grand joy is flaunting in colorful. Just like the bustling scene of the year before last year, people are still people. The M-Zone 'my site, I decide' is still the spokesman of the youth campus. The dazzling and hot orange flies across the petal tree tops in the corner playground. A curious and innocent freshman; Parents of eager students; Volunteers of the student union who are busy in front of and behind the saddle; Hellip, an old student Hawking and yelling on both sides of the road& hellip; A new vitality is surging in the campus. However, there are also trance people like me who pass by indifferently.
Traffic is busy and people come and go. It's hard to describe the impact. The joy and reality within reach make people dizzy. In an instant, the once beautiful lost countless threads entangled me, as if it was going to flow all over the ground -- is this the scene of the passage of time? Is this the speed at which time flies? I can't bear to stay for fear of sadness. He left the swarming crowd behind from a distance, just as time passed me in a hurry.
Came to the library. Study without distractions and without raising your head; Some people hang headphones, others fiddle with mobile phones, others hang headphones and fiddle with mobile phones & hellip& hellip; In short, the anger and prosperity outside seem to have nothing to do with them. As senior students, we all really realized the taste of the passage of time. The roller coaster speed made many people forget to feel it, leaving only screaming and panic. So everyone tries to catch something in the end in different ways. Those who take the postgraduate entrance examination soak in the library all day, and rush to make use of the few remaining school days. Some practice, some are free under the guise of practice. In class, there are often a few sporadic people who can't see any expression on their faces. Now whenever I pass by the junior classroom and see the sleeping boy leaning against the corner, I want to tell him to wake up; Those two whispering little girls, be quiet & hellip& hellip; I don't know how much I envy you. I look up at your face, full seats and full time.
Once that time also belongs to us, full of haste, publicity and happiness & hellip; Youth is full of vitality. At that time, I liked to lie on the stadium, look up at the stars and play with my companions. This kind of happiness makes us confuse the colors of the sky and the back mountain, and wonder whether behind the interweaving of weeds and shade, is it a moving legend compiled for tomorrow or an infinite vision for the future? We also ran in the square. The wind lifted the tip of our hair and exposed our young and bright forehead & hellip& hellip; But the time is too thin and the finger gap is too wide. Now there is a sense of desolation in the twilight -- just like all kinds of things in the school network. I don't know when the level is full of games, I find that your friend withdrew the car park, the vegetable market is empty, and the game is unloaded & hellip; In any case, it's only popular for a while. People rushed to the next goal, leaving a lot of scattered and sighing.
Years like a child's ass burned, so we rushed to the next scene.
You see, I always mentioned 'once' repeatedly. In my friend status, I wrote: too much nostalgia for the past is because the present is not beautiful enough. Maybe, maybe I just miss myself in my youth. When a freshman's primary school sister stumbles into a senior's old sister, when everything is too old to be able, the morning flowers picked up in the evening are no longer beautiful.
Years mixed with singing, cheering, depression and swearing pass by with you and me, and life is telling the next unexpected but reasonable story.
I don't complain, I just appreciate it. I am not sad, just cherish.
I would like to dedicate this to all senior brothers and sisters, who know or don't know. Your experience, my past, all meet in this beautiful youth season. I hope you will cherish it.