There are more than four seasons in a year, and there is a graduation season, which is more beautiful than the four seasons, unforgettable, but faces parting,
Time is rushing, the years are still, the most memorable of youth is the time of the school era, the time is constantly lost, never reminded, everything is quietly living, four years of school time, like a well-edited movie, playing in the mind.
I remember, when I first came to report, the enthusiasm of the seniors, my shyness.
I remember that during the military training, I saw the serious face of the instructor and my enthusiasm was intense.
I remember that when the class meeting was giving a speech, the chairman's speech made me yearn.
I remember the quiet well-behaved roommates, my dumb and lively.
I remember...........
How beautiful is everything, when you come, your eyes are red, your parting eyes are red, four years are not long, you are not short, and you have come to a strange place with a dream.
Here we have exhausted the sweat of youth, sprinkling and writing youth,
Here we have had vitality and we have also had decadence.
There has been confidence, but also there has been confusion.
There is no more access control after 23:00, and you must also remember to go home.
Promise me that even without the $2.5 beef noodles, you'll remember to eat.
I don't know when the next meeting will be, don't be a familiar stranger,
I'd love to go to the library again and spend the afternoon alone.
Go to the canteen again and eat the cheapest five dishes and one soup.
Say to someone you like, I like you.
Play a game all night with classmates.
Time never goes back.
Goodbye to my roommates, goodbye to my campus, goodbye to my teachers.
May this go to prosperity, and meet again as usual.
Come on, guys, and I wish you all a bright future