The youth that cannot be left behind, the time that cannot be returned, we have graduated in this way

"Gathering is a fire, scattered into the sky full of stars" - to my youth that is about to die!

It is often said that June is a breakup season. I never believed it until my June came. As the school door rumbled shut, and as the college entrance examination stopped, I understood that time was so short. It was really a time to open my eyes, and the days that I closed my eyes passed like this. I also understood that my most beautiful years were about to pass away, and that my most beautiful dream should have awakened. From the full desks to the laughing playground; from the sunny afternoon to the book-filled classroom; from the vast campus to the rumbling closed school gate. I know, it's time to say goodbye!

College Entrance Examination:

A roll of paper, youth scattered.

An exam, the end of the world.

We were just a little sad to see the school door slamming shut, so we began to cry inexplicably. Not because of how much we are reluctant to this school, not because we have a lot of attachment to our teachers and classmates, but simply because it represents our youth. My youth, our youth, once we were, our past were all sealed in that campus. It was the door that witnessed the good times when our group of people were laughing and playing together. A door, separated not only by youth, but also by our common memories. Finally in that instant, I understood. Youth is a group of people who accompany you to eat, drink with you, cry with you, laugh with you, make trouble with you, and then turn away violently, and do not turn back. Leave you alone in the dead of night. An acceptance letter brought us together, and finally another one scattered us around the world. The world is so wonderful, once vowed that we will do something together in the future, but just one graduation separated us from all over the world. Once, we held a big guitar, played alone, a group of people listened, and we also dreamed of fighting the sword because of a song "Once Upon a Time" on the campus radio between classes... Scenes flashed before my eyes, and tears had wet my eyes. Yes, when youth has passed, many years later, one night, when we lie in bed, we remember the madness of the past, the bits and pieces of the past. We're bound to giggle, laugh and laugh and cry. Of course, this kind of crying is crying with joy, laughing and crying, crying and laughing, and then falling back to sleep, and in his sleep, he talked to himself and his old friends from many years ago.

Youth does not wait, time is difficult. That spring was mixed with endless test questions and tense preparations, and people had disappeared before they could react, and even did not come to the truth. When we change into summer clothes, it is the time of separation. With the sound of a whistle, a train carried us to the north and south of the world. When we step on the parting station, leave this familiar hometown and step into the gates of the university. At that moment, we all understood that we had embarked on the last train of youth. When we meet again, we are no longer a naïve teenager, no longer a student who runs freely like the wind. At that time, we may have been oppressed by work, bound by our families, and blocked by age. Suddenly, I found that our youth has been quietly slipping away from our side for many years, and only then do we understand that our youth is forever fixed on that graduation photo.

Therefore, when we are young, we do not know how to cherish, and when we know how to cherish, we are no longer young. Youth is a fire, as long as we are always passionate, no matter the sunrise or twilight is a good season in life!