Youth, really very thin

It took us four years to fall in love with the land we had complained about so many times, but we had to leave at the last moment. Every year, when I see many students dragging their luggage out of the gate of the campus, I wonder why there are so many tears and regrets, until the pointer comes to this moment of our understanding:

Time is really just a paper sign, can be very easy to break through, when your ear by the words of graduation, you should know, in fact, it has not far from you.

Accompanied by genial sunshine to see the scenery of four years, recall those wind is very beautiful very sweet language, be washed by rain after becoming more colorful story, can not help but smile, mouth slightly rise, I as if to see once oneself walk in the depths of the peach forest of youth, silent encounter is wearing that one light withered.

The four years in college are like a very meaningful but unfinished novel. After we finish the beginning and climax happily, we finish the ending hastily. When we are old, standing in the sun basking in the sun, to the university of this book read again and again, found that it is really a too hasty book.

In the face of the side of the friends one after another to leave, the mood is mixed, to the end of the final parting, really do not know what to say, when leaving each other hug and farewell, everyone is sure to believe that there is the past and the future, the past has been generated at our feet, but the future really exists.

Think of that day, we sat in front of the wine table push a cup for a cup, the teacher class wonderful handout as a souvenir, we common test communication write tomorrow. Everywhere wonderful fragments in front of our eyes non-stop restoration, everyone with a smile with tears silently holding memories, in order to once that young frivolous, a thousand years drunk.

Maybe in many years later, we can recall the campus we once walked through together, can also remember when the sunset after we once had a crush on the youth, can also remember the escape from the classroom after that period of time forgotten by the teacher.

Time is like a machine, the past time dilution, sorting, left is the baptism of youth and pen to go to the time dream. Junior drove around every time I hear that those who are discussing some happen we legend, every time I see some repeating them does not know by how many times we repeat the story, every time I to think of those on the night lessons and exercises of hard work, before you know it you'll find yourself has lost to complain about the capital of university life. More found himself like the feeling of the memories.

Time takes away a lot of things around us, and teaches us a lot of truth. This back and forth between the loss and pick up, left to become a surprise, lost to become memories. Four years of time, full of unforgettable notes, REMEMBER that the sky is very blue, you are very bright in the sun, the wind is very light at that time, like you in youth.

Graduation is like a crayon, drawing a mark on each person who leaves the ivory tower, adding a warm color to life, so as not to be too cold by the sadness of parting.

This world is a war in chaos of the world, when the graduation to take away the ignorance of the years, we still have to silently a person on the road, one hand holding the curse of the reality, one hand write down the words of no place to talk, and then start a new life. College is a very warm story. After many years, when the edges and corners of dreams have been smoothed by reality, we can still hold a very indifferent mood and wait for the warm story to grow old.

Youth is a bumpy road, from far and near to our extension, who do not know where it will lead to, so we always walk towards the visible direction, stumbling to leave fuzzy figure and deep shallow imprint.

Staring at that old day, the wind blew the leaves lost the sound, walk in the campus footprint gradually stranded, floating in the air restless dream, flowing in the young heart of the sun like fire love, there is no export of confession, are in the watering of a tear left in the back of yesterday.

The years of youth, there are laughter, tears, exclamation, nostalgia, when the moss at our feet spread the soil of time, we have grown up. Recalling the arrangement of fate, even if the sky of youth is full of discrete themes, I am always glad that the fleeting encounter, to our lives left so rich and wonderful title page.

After many years, we sit in the warm room, watching the beautiful TV, enjoying the beautiful fresh, will truly understand the meaning of youth. Those happened in the youth between men and women from the injury fragment is just a youth episode, and those who hurt us and love us are the witness of our youth growth, but also the significance of our youth existence.

Youth is like a journey, not the destination, but the scenery along the way and the mood at the view.

Youth, like a glass, when we break through it to the front, looking at their own flesh and blood blurred body, finally left on our body only sad tears.