I remember.

I once found a leaf at the gate of Zhengke Academy.

At that time, Hua Xiucheng and I teased a leaf of literature.

I remember the farewell dinner that night.

Guo Jun drank too much, and Hua Xiu drank too much. I'm not very good at drinking either.

The two of them walked gracefully, like the clang of a blind man's crutches when they landed.

A pair of purple high boots came here.

Women with heavy makeup are floating around, red, yellow, blue and purple, and passers-by are in a hurry.

(2)

That night, we got drunk together in the street, and we laughed at the passers-by who laughed at us.

I went back to the dormitory that night and lay stiff in bed, sweating with stomach pain.

The last farewell dinner, I don't think I said much.

The final exam is over and my heart is empty.

In the last few days, I don't know if I have anything to say to them.

College is over.

I remember when we were drunk together, when we said we didn't understand literature, and that distant dream.

How many times, always a person to rub the past and the night into the log.

Then, I wet the tangled dream with the tears on my pillow.

After graduation, there is infinite longing in front of me and dreamlike time behind me.

(3)

I remember those beautiful poems they wrote in the literature club.

Rhythmic moonlight poems record the most beautiful years of freshman and sophomore.

Time to go. I always want to capture the most wonderful words these days and write something down.

In the evening, it's really good.

Fingertips kissing the keyboard, I'm not talking big.

My words can speak, very calm tone, no matter gorgeous.

In college, knowing them, we all like to see through the precipitation of life with words.

In fact, writing is the easiest way to reach the human soul.

It's just that no one hurts at night, alone.

(4)

I planted a tree in my heart that summer in my second year of high school.

Until this winter, it still withered.

I hope it can grow into a backup spring, I hope it can continue the warmth of summer, and I hope it can strengthen my belief.

When it grows up, I will wholeheartedly pick up its autumn leaves.

I collect poems that get cold little by little, hoping to fit them into my most colorful pages one day.

I remember that summer when I ran back and forth between Zhengzhou and Dengfeng with my manuscript and cheap Master Kong water, I was old and depressed.

I remember the fireflies I chased when I was a child. As long as there is a little light, I will smile and stick to the years of confusion and love.

But now, it's cold, and the air below zero has caught my pulse and started to get cold.

And some things that pass through my emotions always have a complex that can't be solved.

So I often wonder whether the cold wind of this winter can polish those dreams, showing only persistence and innocence.

The wind is very cold, and I am walking in the aisle of the library. I am very close to the wind, and the first night wind is cool.

In the Woods, it's depressing. The cold wind keeps running with the fallen leaves.

(5)

I walked down the steps carefully, feeling the strange cold like a canoe drifting on the lake of life.

I happened to find a Koizumi in the Woods next to the library, gurgling and overflowing with bright water droplets.

The last quarter moon without reflection in the cold water, like lovely eyes, has always been vivid and beautiful.

Can my poem ignite your hibernating dream?

Wandering on the road outside, my heart seems to be blown by the wind.

Longing for the warmth of winter, longing for every distant dream.

Junior year, leaving means no longer being young.

This kind of university has always been difficult, and you can always hear the happy laughter of freshmen and sophomores when you walk on the road.

At the moment when I turn away, please let me into your smile, ok?

After three years in college, I feel that great dream seems to be still young.

(6)

After playing the guitar casually, I never dared to play the violin again.

In winter, the sound of musical instruments is colder.

(7)

Winter is still crazy. After watching the weather forecast, it will be colder in the future.

I think. When it is five degrees below zero, I will definitely go.

I remember the date of departure very clearly.

The track about yourself is engraved in my heart, as clear as wrinkles.

(8)

This is a winter about leaving. Too much helplessness lies in the cold, forming a mountain that cannot be bypassed, and Gong Yu can't move it.

The vastness of winter makes people cry.

When it's cold and shivering, you like to keep warm with cigarettes.

(9)

I like to have nightmares, although I have a headache.

In the chaotic scene, let false love drown the cliff, let pious thoughts repent in the backward time, a dream is desolate.

When I woke up, it really hurt.

Warm whispers are best for winter.

I remember when I was in the second grade of junior high school, I knew there was a word sadness in the world. Later, the word was like my spell.

I painted my memories in words and tried to conquer them in a rebellious way, but I lost.

( 10)

Sometimes I doubt myself, and I doubt that the life I live now is not my real self.

I am always careful. If you are not careful, you are afraid of wasting time.

I like smoking, and then look at the pictures on the screen to think about the outlines of those who have left. My eyes get slightly moist when I laugh.

( 1 1)

The cold wind outside the window is blowing white plastic bags, and the black sky reminds me of a face made of flowers.

When I turned on the light, I suddenly saw my poster on the dormitory wall.

I think of 20 posters posted on campus in September, and 20 "I" s standing on campus. Now think about it, it's lonely.

What about the school newspaper? After my junior year, my article was never published in the school newspaper of Zheng Ke University.

From that moment on, I want to keep writing like this, maybe I can send it to hope and the future.

( 12)

After revising my graduation thesis, I drew 45 square meters of homework on Figure 2.

Press it on the table with my manuscript.

Deliberately delaying the graduation project, in fact, I still want to wait until it is colder.

In that weather, you will go more thoroughly and never look back.

There is gorgeous bewitching on this day, I don't understand.

( 13)

It can be a little colder.

Cold can be more carefree and make people forget their memories.

It's time to go. There are always some complicated problems that can't be solved.

The novel has been shelved for a long time, and it is painful when it can't be written.

It's a pity to find that my writing is not very good.

I don't know what to do.

It's just that I remember everything about all the universities, everyone. Do they remember me?