Fragments of memory, the University

Browsing the graduation photos in the space wearing bachelor's uniforms and bachelor's hats, my mood became inexplicably depressed and sad. College, the most beautiful and beautiful four years, carries the memories of how many youths, records how many young laughter and sadness.

Once, I fantasized about leaving this cage as soon as possible, stepping into society quickly, and opening up a new piece of paradise quickly; now, I really left, and I began to be reluctant and began to miss those carefree and happy days.

People, always so entangled, when we are in the current stage, always feel that the front is what we want to have the most, and when we really have, we begin to remember the past, and feel that it was the most beautiful.

What is lost is always the most beautiful, and this is the habitual psychology of people, including me, which is inevitable and cannot be shaken off.

People always like to reminisce about the past when they are lonely, and I am in such a state at this moment. Sitting in a quiet rented hut, tapping on the keyboard, unleashing the emotions of your mind.

Loneliness fills the atrium, and every lyrical song that enters the ear can evoke too many memories of my past. Loneliness surrounds the left and right, and every sad word can evoke too many feelings.

Missing, intermittently playing in my mind the fragments of memories from college...

I remember, in my freshman year, when we went to the whole class to barbecue on the small hill next to the railway, everyone's face was filled with a slight childish smile; at that time, we always felt that graduation was far away from us; at that time, we had illusions about love and longed to harvest our own happiness.

I still remember that in my sophomore year, we went to a small mountain village full of poetry, that isolated paradise. We laughed, pressed the shutter, and recorded the moment, when the girls were more beautiful than when they were a freshman, the boys were more handsome than in the past, and everyone exuded the sunshine of youth, not knowing what trouble was.

I still remember that in my junior year, we went out as always as the whole class, that place called "Ten Mile Gallery", the green mountains are still there, the stream is babbling, and every angle is a beautiful picture of exquisite composition.

At that time, we began to have troubles, began to think back on what we had learned in the past two years, and began to find that time was like flowing water, slipping so fast between our fingers, we couldn't help but shake our heads, sigh, and regret.

In the senior year, everyone is anxious and busy, and when they finally get together, they are already facing separation. Each of them said goodbye with tears, clinging to each other, too many sorrows and joys froze for a moment; in four years, we have grown a lot, lost, gained, and more importantly, we all understand.

Youth will eventually face the end of the scene, whether you want it or not, all this is predestined.

As Written in the novel "Maple Leaf Evening Forest" by the author "Maple Leaf Evening Forest" seen in the "Wind Rises Chinese Network": "The memory of youth is like a multicolored painting, everyone can find their own color, after many years, the painting may still be that painting, but it is no longer so dazzling, but we can still firmly remember the once gorgeous silhouette, treasure it, and then deeply brand it with the eternal seal that only youth deserves." "

Youth is worth remembering, worth cherishing, even if it is just a little fragment.

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Pen name: disabled years, words can express everyone's thoughts and consciousness, words are the characters that beat in life, adjust the order of these characters, is a hymn of the whole life.

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