What part of youth is not sentimental, wandering between campuses. At one o'clock at midnight, I still didn't feel like sleeping. I rode my bike around the campus alone, facing the moonlight. I met a lot of people along the way, but few of them were familiar. I crossed the fence with difficulty and climbed up the hill behind FDU with a gasp. On one side of the hill was a couple clinging to each other. The other side of the hill is also a couple, kissing each other affectionately. Tomorrow night, perhaps the stars will no longer shine brightly, but the couple should still be there, just changed to a different person. The view from the mountain is beautiful, and the whole FDU is in full view. This school, look at four years, but there is still a little strange.
On the day of the graduation ceremony, I woke up early and put on a handsome suit. I stood in front of the mirror, looking left and right, the face, four years later, still handsome enough to be obvious. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. No scolding father, nor pulling mother, just helplessly shaking his head, by hand sent the keys into the trash. Dial spike, a long queue. The first time I met the dean, an amiable big brother, the hands are wet, the embrace is warm.
Which section of youth is not ridiculous, flirting at the drink table. Four years, the first sentence to the barbecue stall or, boss, to a fried snail. Four years, the first song to KTV is still, I love people. Four years, the boss of the barbecue stall is still the same as before, the wine money is only charged us half. Four years, the KTV bosses changed and changed, none of them allowed us to bring snacks into the venue. Four years is long, so long that we drank the bottle of wine can be around the Fuda several times. Four years is very short, short as if it has not yet begun, to say goodbye.
At the graduation party, there were a lot of people, sitting on the cold ground, but the heart was feverish. Some people sang, and got choked up as they sang. Some people told jokes and became silent while telling them. Some people told their testimonials and cried as they spoke. The glow sticks in their hands were still waving mechanically, but their thoughts went nowhere. Next year, will I come back next year? Will the mood be as complicated as it is now? I'm not sure, but the tears on my cheeks have betrayed me.
The quiet is a parting pith, summer insects not only not silent for us, but more noisy. The moment I got my diploma, I was suddenly lost, and this time I really had to leave. The people I like are still so persistent, they don't even want to look at me. The person who likes me is still so reserved, even a goodbye refused to say goodbye. I did not go to send my favorite person, because she has a warmer man beside her than I know how to take care of her, I do not want to see their ambiguous look. I also did not go to send my brothers, because even if I know they will be angry, I do not want to see their tears.
Which section of youth is not confused, wandering under the streetlights. When our names are crossed off the roster, will FDU still remember us? When our figure disappears in a corner of the campus, will FDU also weep? Will FDU remember us when our breath fades from this land? I don't dare to think, and I don't want to think, after all, it precipitated our youth.
What part of youth is not sentimental, wandering between campuses. At one o'clock at midnight, I still didn't feel like sleeping. I rode my bike around the campus alone, facing the moonlight. I met a lot of people along the way, but few of them were familiar. I crossed the fence with difficulty and climbed up the hill behind FDU with a gasp. On one side of the hill was a couple clinging to each other. The other side of the hill is also a couple, kissing each other affectionately. Tomorrow night, perhaps the stars will no longer shine brightly, but the couple should still be there, just changed to a different person. The view from the mountain is beautiful, and the whole FDU is in full view. This school, look at four years, but there is still a little strange.
On the day of the graduation ceremony, I woke up early and put on a handsome suit. I stood in front of the mirror, looking left and right, the face, four years later, still handsome enough to be obvious. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. No scolding father, nor pulling mother, just helplessly shaking his head, by hand sent the keys into the trash. Dial spike, a long queue. The first time I met the dean, an amiable big brother, the hands are wet, the embrace is warm.
Which section of youth is not ridiculous, flirting at the drink table. Four years, the first sentence to the barbecue stall or, boss, to a fried snail. Four years, the first song to KTV is still, I love people. Four years, the boss of the barbecue stall is still the same as before, the wine money is only charged us half. Four years, the KTV bosses changed and changed, none of them allowed us to bring snacks into the venue. Four years is long, so long that we drank the bottle of wine can be around the Fuda several times. Four years is very short, short as if it has not yet begun, to say goodbye.
At the graduation party, there were a lot of people, sitting on the cold ground, but the heart was feverish. Some people sang, and got choked up as they sang. Some people told jokes and became silent while telling them. Some people told their testimonials and cried as they spoke. The glow sticks in their hands were still waving mechanically, but their thoughts went nowhere. Next year, will I come back next year? Will the mood be as complicated as it is now? I'm not sure, but the tears on my cheeks have betrayed me.
The quiet is a parting pith, summer insects not only not silent for us, but more noisy. The moment I got my diploma, I was suddenly lost, and this time I really had to leave. The people I like are still so persistent, they don't even want to look at me. The person who likes me is still so reserved, even a goodbye refused to say goodbye. I did not go to send my favorite person, because she has a warmer man beside her than I know how to take care of her, I do not want to see their ambiguous look. I also did not go to send my brothers, because even if I know they will be angry, I do not want to see their tears.
Which section of youth is not confused, wandering under the streetlights. When our names are crossed off the roster, will FDU still remember us? When our figure disappears in a corner of the campus, will FDU also weep? Will FDU remember us when our breath fades from this land? I don't dare to think, and I don't want to think, after all, it precipitated our youth.
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