time

Flowing water in summer

Make clothes for memories

Live out your beauty

You look back

Smile for ten years

Call me how

Accompanied by me at the next table

you

Follow the candlelight

wind

Brush your sleeves, not only

rain

Leave a letter and don't speak

Bitter

Flowers bloom, dreams fade

Negative

Heaven wills to follow

Only to

Hoarse place

Listen

The song ends and the people end

Get together and go away

Have a day

Absence

the brevity of life

There are also unfinished

Wish, towards

Spring flowers are like noodles

Autumn water is like heart

Open the door of the sunshine room. The step startled at the step.

Six delicate pink triangular plums, three in a cluster, three in a cluster, sink the branches and press out an arc of elegance. Like the faces of six shy girls, they carefully poked out the door and met me as scheduled. This encounter seems to be a vague agreement.

Six years ago, I vaguely remember that she was moved here by her father, full of red flowers, surrounded by clusters. Infinite vitality seems to be going over the roof to look at the sky. Day by day, light, rain, wind and dew nourish her in four seasons. Normally, I met her face to face. How can I understand her daily changes. All I know is that when spring comes, she grows leaves, when summer solstice leaves bloom, when autumn leaves and flowers fall, when winter comes, only bare branches look deep into the roots.

Six years later, who expected that I could see such a beautiful scene when I opened the door today. I couldn't help but find a pen and paper to write down the words on it. I lived up to nature's painstaking arrangement.

Qingcong, I can't catch you

You quietly light up my ignorance and afterthought,

Generously

Give me the way back

After all, I can't go back

Can only say goodbye

Say goodbye

Laugh and weep

In a dimple

In tears

To bloom the most beautiful and pure flowers

Keep it in memory

Never fade

From the end of 2009 to the beginning of 2012, I recorded three years of piecemeal happiness, sadness and missing here. Now they can finally be edited into books as graduation gifts for myself and the people I want to thank. In the past three years, every word is brewing the beauty of growth, whether it comes with tears or passes away with smiles. This long memory is rich and unpredictable. It doesn't allow me to speculate, but it arranges so many stories with deep feelings in the dark. The protagonist of the story is ignorant, heavy and confused; At the same time, she is optimistic, brave and persistent. I am very grateful to her. Thank her for not getting lost in confusion, sinking in disappointment, and giving up before difficulties. Thank her for coming all the way and bringing me more happiness, peace and indifference. Most importantly, I would like to thank my relatives and friends, whose rain, dew and sunshine have always accompanied me, so that I can safely live through the years.

In ten days' time, we will leave. Goodbye, Beijing; Goodbye, brush, deer, sweet; Goodbye, my university. I will embark on another journey. Columbia University, New York. Maybe, in the eyes of many people, this is so gorgeous and bright, just like I looked at NPC and Beijing four years ago. But after four years, I deeply realized that there is no simple luxury, no easy brilliance. Under all the dazzling labels, is the simple appearance of life. It is a mixture of sorrow and joy. It is a result of hard work, and there is no perfect end. In our life, we just walk on the road all the time. We still have our long cherished wish. We wish we could keep it true.

Yesterday, I attended the graduation party of the College of Science. I haven't seen you for a long time; "You haven't changed at all," said the deer; "She is living very well and smoothly." To Zhizhi's words, I want to say that I have been lost. Because I care too much about the outside world, I lose the truth of my heart. I once regarded all kinds of vision and standards of the outside world as important things. In order to cater to and comply with them, I lost myself in impetuosity and vanity. Fortunately, I found the original appearance of life from those good books and good people. It is sincere and simple. As for the deer's words, I would like to say that life will not always be successful. In real life, we are both cattle and horses, going with the wind and running against the wind. This is the value of life. It tells us that happiness and sadness will not last forever. But as long as we don't forget the truth, the good and the persistence, everything will change in a better direction. It seems that the way of the times and the present self are smooth and good, because life is always good, and there is a reward for every effort.

After graduation, I am only in my early 20s, and I have no capital to settle down. There is a longer road ahead, and we should go step by step. For good change, there will be more responsibilities and experiences. Saying not afraid is self deception. But looking back at the stories I have experienced, I believe in the strength of persistence and the goodness of life. Life is always full of hope and beauty.

Goodbye, my college years. What will I look like in the future? May it be as Zhihe said.

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