The beauty of graduation and parting, the classic prose of graduation and parting campus

The most famous is probably Farewell Cambridge.

The sun is slanting in the twenties, and through the background of the years, the campus has always been the most desirable paradise in life.

Prosperous and youthful face, it turns out that we are not the original me and you. I once thought that I could see the first touch of fresh green sky in spring when I turned around, but now I only cried silently in the sad tune in the back of turning away.

Not wanting to grow up is no longer just a simple wish, but a long-term dream. So far away, so beautiful, but full of my thoughts.

Three years ago, you were here, I was here, we were all here; Three years later, you're still here, I'm still here, are we all still here?

I don't dare to imagine a bright future, and I don't dare to dream of a farther tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow, maybe after dawn, the sky above us has turned to another place of new life in our memory.

Not afraid of separation, but still so strongly calling for separation. Separation is too cruel compared to reunion; Forgetting is ...... more forbearance than cruelty

With the increasing temperature of the sun, the weather ushered in a hot choice in the hottest atmosphere. And how many of us who were in the sky three years later are like us.

I've been told: that's what college is all about. Looking at it in disbelief, thinking about it but still not believing it, walking through the university, thinking about what you had said.

Maybe you're right, it's just that I've been so determined to stick to what I think is right. If one day I can go back there, back to the grassland where sorrow is buried, and say to the starry sky to the stop three years ago: Watching the stars twinkling overhead in the night is the only call in my heart.

The university still flows in the soft heart with the original beauty. And about the beauty of the campus, maybe you can only linger in your dreams

Are the words engraved on the table still there? Remember those ill-intentioned jokes that make people laugh? Are those sorrows hiding at the foot of the wall still in the overlapping time of time?

Are the good buddies who laughed together still there? Are those villain books hidden under the covers still that interesting? Are those who see small animals like seeing their closest people the same as they are now?

There are so many question marks, and where do I still look for answers?

The campus permeated my youth.

There are some stories that I still remember after many years, and they are still beautiful ......

Youth, too beautiful to recall. Just like what Xi Murong said in his book: It's a book that is too much! It's too fast, it's too late to look back, it's too late to open it again, and it can't be opened again when it is gently closed.