Graduation feeling turn around, look back, look up, we graduated!
There seems to be an unknown sadness this summer, which has changed its taste in the humidity. In this light and hot June, I inadvertently realized that we had passed our student days.
Suddenly found the myriad customs of "the deceased is like this". Time is so short that it is impossible to count the past days and nights. At first glance, I always feel that there is nothing but noise and loneliness.
Gardenia blossoms and yellow-horned trees bloom on campus. There is a faint fragrance floating in the small one. They are not charming in full bloom, but enchanting in silence. In the bright sunshine, gardenia trees and yellow horn trees are green and bright. I miss the grass and trees here, Moon Bay and Mochou Lake ... one after another, leaving too much nostalgia and reluctance. And our shouts at the stormy stadium. The plastic playground once left sweat under the scorching sun, intermittent and fragmented. I still remember it so clearly, and sometimes it's vague. My feelings just want to stay in my heart, the deepest and truest place.
The bell rang and the class was over. Surrounded by a noisy and trembling crowd. But it seems to have nothing to do with me. The scorching air suffocated me, blurred myself in an empty trance, and realized that I was about to wave goodbye to this strange life that I had gradually become accustomed to. Suddenly I found it very painful. Should I be firm and pure?
Feel many trivial things in life, don't break them into pieces, piece them together in memories, piece them together into general pain, and smash the gloomy confusion of reality. The flower-like years have been deserted, and when I walk through the corner of the campus again, there is a long sadness in my heart. I used to think that I would not be sour for leaving after going through the college entrance examination. But in the face of parting, there is a clear sadness slowly spreading from the depths of my heart.
We left the last photo of college life in the place that the school leaders thought was the most distinctive. The stiff smiling face solidified in an instant, but I clearly heard the mighty boy next to me shouting: eggplant, with a slightly crying voice. Let this smile melt in the bright sunshine. Graduation, freezing. The promise of youth, the promise of youth, and too much will be dusty and sealed in the good times we have experienced together and the days of our lives, just for the most authentic and pure place deeply imprinted in our hearts.
Do you still remember when those flowers were in full bloom? I sing "Bon voyage" to give you a "blessing" and tell you: After many years, will you still care who put my long Fa Tie up and who made my wedding dress? After that, my eyes are red, but you are indifferent.
Thin youth can't stand any wind and rain, but we are thick and full. Very old feelings will fade away, but she is rooted in our warm hearts, and now she suddenly misses home, my parents.
So I embarked on a journey, chose a road leading to a distant place, and the wheels rolled over. The past was as colorful as the sun, and where it fell. "The beginning of the beginning is that we are singing; In the end, we went. The most familiar street is where people go to the sunset. " Everything seemed like a lifetime ago, so we left in a complete hurry.
Sometimes, sometimes I believe that everything has an end, meeting and parting, and sometimes, nothing will last forever!
Thinking of graduating recently, there are always many seniors and sisters wearing bachelor uniforms to take pictures everywhere on campus as a souvenir. Listening to them shouting "we graduated" together, watching them throw their bachelor hats high, envious and excited, thinking of their backs carrying suitcases far away, can not help but feel lonely and sad. ...
Perhaps this step of stepping out of school will be a commemoration of youth, or it may be the starting point of another splendid life, with too many unknowns, too many conjectures … fears and expectations. We will leave the purest campus and face the realistic society. From then on, we will struggle in our own work field, shoulder all the responsibilities and bid farewell to those carefree days except school.
The four-year friendship in the university will be the most precious memorial we will get. We used to sing friendship together, even if we were tone-deaf and hoarse, we tried our best to leave some memories. We used to indulge together, get drunk together and tell the deepest pain in our hearts; We will go to the playground together and auction cute photos in a silly and narcissistic group ... I'm really glad to meet you, my best friend and bosom friend. Because of your company, my youth is colored, my heart is branded with warmth, and I am full of courage for the future. I remember a group of senior sisters who have already worked came to our dormitory to take pictures. At that time, I imagined such a scene: many years later, we gathered at the school gate, smiling at the traces of time, walking around every corner of the campus hand in hand, looking at the small and warm dormitory after a long separation, getting drunk again, mixed with tears and wine, to commemorate our regretless youth and the most dazzling sunshine in that life.
What will we be like in ten years? Is it success or simply living? Do you have the freedom to be single or the freedom to have a happy family? Is it still simple and wanton, or mature and steady? I always think that all kinds of people in this world have it and need it. There is no clear definition of success, as long as you feel happy and have no regrets. I only hope that this passionate time will always be engraved in my heart, and I have no regrets about my youth and my choice.
One day, we will graduate with shouts, walk out of school with confidence and move towards our own future. ...
The graduation season has ended a busy day, and the sky under the moon is so cold. Sitting on the rooftop, looking at the colorful neon lights not far away, I gradually recalled July of that year and the time we walked together at that time.
It was a season of parting, it was a season of phoenix blooming. Can't say whether it is sweet or bitter.
Recalling the campus, I can no longer remember the heat at that time, and I can't remember the loneliness and loss when I graduated. I only remember the willow fluttering by the lake, the figure of reading in the Woods in the morning, the diligent face in the library, and the sound of frogs in the Woods in the evening.
That year, we wore bachelor uniforms and wandered around the campus. A group of people are holding cameras, recording bits and pieces of campus everywhere, trying to remember every good memory. Shuttle through every intersection, cover up the sadness and disappointment of parting with laughter. When we emptied the dormitory and left the campus, we hugged each other reluctantly, looked back at the nest where we had lived for four years and were silent. There are thousands of words in my heart, but I never say them. When I left, I had to help my roommate pack things silently and say "take care".
Graduation was what we longed for when we first entered school, but when this moment suddenly came, we were afraid to face it. Because graduation means that we will really enter the crossroads of life; Graduation means that a completely different life will officially begin; Graduation means that we will face new challenges and face them alone.
Time goes by, leaving only a few memories, but it always brings a little sadness. Even if we can't keep time, we can keep memories; Even if we can't stay in that wonderful time, let's take this memory to meet the unknown journey!