Today, I graduated from college and left the college campus where I had lived for seven years with my degree and diploma. At this moment, I was very happy, but also very difficult to give up, looking at the classmates who came to send me, looking at the school name, I cried, I cried without controversy, I hugged my classmates who sent me one by one, and then got into a taxi and left, remembering the past on campus, but also full of hope for the future, from the happy land of the campus to the melting pot of society.
The day before I left, I turned around the campus where I had lived for seven years, and this time I walked and walked no longer with the familiar feeling I had before, looking at the familiar classroom, looking at the familiar desk, but showing a hint of sadness, maybe because I will leave here, maybe I will never forget here, the seeds of my youth have been sown in the northwest golden city, and now it is the harvest season, I am about to leave with a vision of the future. In the evening, I got together in the dormitory with my roommates and classmates who got along well during graduate school for a while, talking about the various deeds of three years of graduate school life, playing basketball together, watching the NBA together, eating bearded lamb noodles together, singing together, gossiping together... But there are still many words in the heart that have not been spoken. I did not say that the relationship with one of my roommates is not good, nor is it bad, but the two are very tired when they are together, he was not in the dormitory that night party, originally wanted to talk to him when he left, everyone laughed and let go of the displeasure in their hearts, and walked into the society happily, but that night he was no longer, the next day I left...
Back in the county, I did not go back to my rural hometown, I stayed in my mother's rental house in the city. As for why he didn't go back to his hometown in the countryside? First, there is basically no one in the rural hometown to stay at home, they all go to the city to work, only the houses are empty in the countryside, waiting for the unguided wanderers, and the last scene of the countryside is still preserved on that mountain, this mountain stream. The second is that Grandpa is gone, his parents are working outside, he has no one to visit when he returns to his hometown, he returns to the empty room he sees in that mountain village, and he misses his deceased relatives, or stays in the county town, blowing the hot wind of the county town, relaxing and relaxing!
Taking advantage of this time to relax, I thought about the road I had come all the way, and many times I gave up a lot of things that I struggled in the early stages, such as I originally wanted to enter a famous school during the graduate school, due to the poor economic conditions at home, I chose this school when I registered. Many things are not done, and they find a way out for themselves with imaginary bad endings, and then encourage themselves to work hard and study hard. But what is the point of doing so? It's just to choose an easier path to take when you should struggle, and then see others achieve success after overcoming difficulties and then encourage yourself to work hard, and then choose to take the ordinary road again Is this really the original self?
When is the strongest self, the most want to achieve good ranks and achievements? I think it was when I first went to school, at that time, I took excellence as my pursuit and habit, but gradually with age, with the increase of academic pressure, many times I no longer pursue the essence of the same, I can answer correctly or I can hand over my homework. Gradually, I like to make excuses for myself, like to be eroded by the temptations around me, and forget about the struggle. The ability to think independently is gradually exhausted, following the current, comforting yourself after failure, and then encouraging yourself to work hard, but unfortunately, there will never be the original innocence and the most beautiful face.
Looking back at my own youth, I lost myself a lot of times, didn't know what I really wanted, what I wanted to learn, always went in the wrong direction in confusion, and stumbled through the years in self-definition. Afraid of failure, but also encourage themselves to move forward, and often miss the most courageous and confident self in a certain period, look back at today's ordinary and ordinary self. That is, the feet are strong, there is light in the eyes, and there is a dissatisfaction!