Remember when I graduated from high school, although everyone laughing, but leave a place in the heart is faint ache, then leave period, but also not let us was sad again.
But this time, graduate, in college, we had to smile again leave, leave those familiar with the people and things, and then, in different direction, maybe we'll and became a stranger, no matter the world meet DuoDa, we are likely to miss the again and again.
Graduated, and at that time, but the mood in many years later only perhaps one of the afternoon, only then can really clear...
Graduation, will probably have forgotten everything, but can always dream at night with a side face, see it always loud cries of our name, with a beautiful smile and warm color...
Graduation, when everything was time off color, but we still remember each other and depressed day, rowdy remember we spent together in the bright season, remember we walked through the muddy road, remember us in every night whisper......
We see the same book, says the same silly, fantasy, the same to the future, talking about the same he and she, we are nothing to skip class together, out of school running together the whole night through all night...
We all have this way of life, we and our friends.
We are together, in the life of transparent each other......
Graduation, but he will never forget the super BT of military training, when all people all in the home to enjoy a modern machine created out of the cool and comfortable, we were in the hot sun the fire is like by young instructor by hard expression. Perhaps is at that time, we each other together curse the damn weather, curse this hell.
The boy had not the ground with miss large chunks of meat meat, the girl with the blue tan his cursing the weather. We as the packing can, together in no free space to live by. The only difference is that, we were forced to pay the money N the things we can't eat, eat, wear a farewell after the military uniform.
Maybe it is on this time, we were mosquitoes bite unbearable, in our N time no less than a prison break when the plan never realize, our hearts, more nearer.
Graduation, all words they will likely be forgotten, but I still remember some words:
He said: we will certainly in the street after open BMW collided, scold a, and then to have a meal.
She said: I believe you, forever are the best!
Graduate, was once many times we stepped on the playground in this moment also empty.
As now, for a moment ago or's popular place, in a second time suddenly quiet stunning. This is all schools have some place, each boy in the above sweat profusely, running, each girl in a side cheer aloud.
Here the night with countless scenery of--
Snuggle of lovers, crazy people, also occasionally play such as me like this to reduce weight but rarely appears figure.
Graduating from college, we remember, but the empty playground is the new people fill, and how much a corner remember our past......
Graduation, everything was time flash across...
Graduation, our youth is carved on the trace of the others, we pace also stay at the other people's life.
Graduation, but there is always a side face in the opposite building place. You remember him/her in your side height, remember he/she and you walk from the heel side by side of the height, remember his/her love to drink beverages, remember him/her habit of expression, remember he/she and concealed in the distance between you.
Even if we are not sure of the generation after generation, but we are still covenant for ever in the hope of downstairs in the building opposite of light, for the shifting of the fuzzy figure in and feel warm.
His clean white shirts, her neat cotton print skirt, he brisk bike raise her soft long hair, her arms have his dark backpack, her face in his side by warm back...
They have been in the campus every corner, in the early morning mist diffuses through the square after class, quiet and spacious library building, in the evening of lights wanes playground......
Graduation, their stories, forest of wind, dense wutong, all the still life were deeply remember, and once they take hand, the temperature can melt the ice...... the Cambrian
Graduate students, senior said, I want to study!
Graduating from college, we short and light journey was interrupted, we must start to think about our own future. We stood in the life, confused look to future inflection point, even if it is our countless times repeatedly expecting moment, but it suddenly arrival still let us unprepared.
Graduation, those in the classroom to listen carefully to the letter, those in the library, in the story of the sweep find at this time are we face life farmar.
Graduation, however, our knowledge, in at the head of the wealth, forward or backward......
Graduation, teacher's chair still sit quietly, it so silence, let we thought we just hurried to the right away. But our time know, we had here have laughed, make, also thinking.
We ever for a chair next after class, in the building fast the shuttle, here we greedily absorption of the knowledge of the others, and then will they fully into their life.
And today, we graduate, those we have for chair still stay quiet in they can never escape is the place, we get a free, or they forever be on.
Are they can enjoy comfortable rest, or we can in future days fly......
Every morning, always have SuiSuiDe voice came from the window.
Square the chair has brought up ground for hard figure, or for their upcoming exam efforts, or to one's deceased father grind after graduation and struggle. They determined but calmly in their life, the cornerstone of spread flat. They figure let every morning is not alone.
Their voice say:
Where is a cd-rom, Where is a here!!!!!
Graduation, lonely street light remains the same, it once we stand for in countless night lighting a direction.
Graduating from college, we walked, silence the street lamps, it is still in honor of the four years in our youth, or in our story hide, reserve more space to record a new story.
Graduating from college, we leave the street lamps, gray in here, as to the testimony of our life, waiting for the new people, for their life with color.
Graduating from college, we are changing, street light still cleave to their beliefs......
Graduation, of many things to end.
But together we sprinkle on the playground of sweat;
We share together on the roof of the happy;
We together under the stars in the whispers;
We talk about his/her crush;
Together we experienced quarrel;
And together we feel warmth, together we pay, we do together the hardships of many of the many......
We are together, cannot say four years is even.
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