Two short notes written yesterday "Farewell, Wind and Rain" Today, I have a long and silent aftertaste. The two Mongolian brothers also went home in the afternoon. They didn't see each other off or get together. They just wished that everyone would be happy in the distance.

They are different from me. I am oriented and like a kite, I belong. Even if I struggle, I cannot escape from the bondage. However, they have their own future. In the midst of ups and downs, even if they wander, they will live their own lives despite their ups and downs.

I envy their unknown, as if they also envy my known. Just like a besieged city, they look at each other, but cannot reach each other.

When I came back from watching the movie, I looked at the messy dormitory in the dormitory and thought that there was a thief. I found that it was Lao Wang and Monkey who were packing up their books. It seemed that they were going to buy a sack with a sack of books.

On the fifth floor, eight boys in our class are here. Now, there are only two people. Ye Ermick left with something. As Doss said at the beginning, goodbye to marriage. And this day, far away, but also very close.

I wanted to delay some days by express delivery, but today, after completing the school leaving procedures, I also got the express delivery against the wind. When the new mouse arrives, I can continue my world. But ah, I am going to this new world, and I am reluctant to part with the old world.

I have complained, had no choice, had anger, had been touched, and had... I can't forget that snow sweeping was buried in the snow in winter, nor can I forget the cooperation when we participated in activities together as a class or group, nor can I forget to watch the annoying intrigues, nor can I forget to watch everything chilling

It seems that, as if, after tomorrow, I will never see you again, but I still miss you a little. As I grow older, I seem to care about parting differently.

Primary school graduation is different, but it is ignorant; The difference between junior high school and senior high school may be the dividing line of life; High school is different, it is just a change of city, maybe those people in the future

The university, however, seems to be a gathering of thousands of miles, just waiting for the moment of parting.

After dawn, the statistics group I built for the students who left school, the group that said they would leave one after leaving school, will start to lose people again.

At present, 8 people.

I waited until the end, where I was alone.

To be continued