This sentence was tweeted by the school library two days ago. Is it very literary? Very emotional?
Then, it is to inform the graduates to return the books to the school quickly.
At that moment, I was particularly sad.
I am no longer a student. I can't borrow books from the library. I want to buy my own book. Any set of books is not cheap.
Oh, my God.
So,
What season is June?
Is it wanton publicity in the examination room, waving the lamp of youth at night?
Is it a budding and anxious confusion in society?
Is it the courage to listen to your inner voice and ask nothing?
Is it conservative, unwilling and helpless to compromise on life?
Or leave without regret?
Or in the past, it was difficult for friends to get together again, only to raise a glass at the wedding?
Last week, I went back to shoot graduation photo, finished a series of complicated graduation procedures and enjoyed my last campus time.
However, we didn't have a good time, because we are about to go everywhere, and it's hard to see or never see again.
I remember every detail of that day, from taking pictures to waving goodbye.
On the afternoon of the photo shoot, our college was the last one to pose. We just skipped the scene where our old friends didn't meet in March, so we had enough time to think about modeling.
We printed lip prints on each other's clothes, faces, collarbones and chests, and the onlookers laughed hysterically. Our hospital gown is extremely ugly and vulgar, and the copy behind it is "That year, we were together". In the end, it's all clothes that don't have to pay. Feel free.
It rained when I came to our class. The head teacher was very busy and called everyone together. "Hurry up, it will be poured on you soon."
I guess he is afraid that watering the girls' makeup will make him look ugly in front of the camera.
The lens shows a group of teenagers wearing white T-shirts standing in a row and looking forward.
At that time, the only boy I liked in college stood behind me, and I didn't speak until the end.
In KTV, my friend sang "Dreaming of Childlike Heart" at the top of her lungs, and the students next to her forgot to listen to her. We stopped getting drunk late at night and felt deeply late at night.
Sitar tan said that some people are actually telling stories when they sing.
Just like the lyrics of this song:
Look, how much like us now.
Today is a big day for thousands of candidates. Let's go
You are a group of wandering teenagers with curly hair and kind eyes. The road ahead is still very long. I hope you dare to live high. I said the same thing to my sister.
Carina Lau said, don't be afraid when you are young, and don't regret when you are old.
Therefore, I hope my sister will bravely pursue what she loves in college, cherish time, love what she loves, do what she wants, listen to her heart, and have nothing else to ask for.
Ignoring those secular truths, running smartly, handsome back.
Some people may ask, what if you don't know what you want to do?
My answer is, live in the moment, eat, drink and be merry.
As Tagla said:
I always feel that when we are young and frivolous, each of us should write poems to pay homage to the ideal of dying slowly.
This is a very meaningful thing.
Looking sideways, we were in a hurry that year.
Some people love someone desperately and finally learn to lick the wound.
Some people once reveled with the world and finally came to peace.
Some people once determined to compete with the world and then live the most ordinary life.
Either way, it's us. We have always been enthusiastic, burning ashes with blood and swallowing boiled water with our eyes closed.
This is reality, life, helplessness and choice.
When we were young, we fought against the world. After many twists and turns, we reconciled with ourselves.