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The day of graduation.

On this day, I was back on campus.

This small, delicate campus is filled with the scent of magnolia flowers in spring.

The magnolia flowers are gone, and they will bloom again next year.

People are going to disperse, next year, will they get together again?

In March of that year, I stood under the magnolia tree, smelling the flowers, looking at the students who came and went, and I said to myself, I must come to this place, this place full of vitality and dreams. With a dream, I came. Once it came, it was four years.

That summer night, my parents accompanied me around the campus. Standing next to the Foxi Building, Dad read the words on the signboard with great interest. I asked awkwardly

Dad, what are you doing? Dad said, "From now on, this is the place where you live, every scene and thing here, every story, you must remember it in your heart, don't forget."

Now, four years have passed, and everything here has long been carved in my heart like a knife, and I can't forget it.

The simple and elegant Foxi Building, the clean and generous Red Building, and the quiet and chic library were just %b that year

I wrote myself: The glimmer of the morning faded away the stars in the sky. In the last moments, the stars are still in the distance telling us about the dreams of the previous night, comforting those who are about to wake up and those who have woken up and are about to face loneliness.

The stars tell us what is quiet beauty, what fantasy is, and what romance is.

Am I the first to wake up and say goodbye? I hope yes and I hope not, because I long to have a quiet conversation with the stars and say something touching and hidden in my heart, but at the same time, who of us does not long for that delightful soulmate, and it is better to send them off with them?

Tatsumi is about to go away, to the other side that is far away from us, and I see him off with my dear friend, in the misty sky, in dreamlike thoughts. There was no sadness for all of us, except for the faint sentimentality, because we all knew that there was another world on the other side of Tatsuno.

A full moon pierced through the clouds, revealing a shy face. A faint glow fills the alleys, guiding pedestrians. Looking closely, the moon is hazy, as if wrapped in a thin veil, and the whole child is even more beautiful.

The light it emits seems to penetrate the earth, and it is filled with a rich fragrance, which is intoxicating. For thousands of years, the moon has been chanted. Mid-Autumn Festival, when the moon is full, a message"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles", showing people's good wishes.

The moon, through a thousand years of history, has seen through the rolling red dust, and still scatters its light in the sky. Cloudy and sunny, round and lacking, sad and joyful, clutch. The full moon of the fifteenth has witnessed too much and shone too much.

It's another full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival of the year, in the clouds.

The autumn in the south does not come as quickly as the autumn in the north, as if it is a naughty child, tiptoeing, quietly coming to people's side, the weather is slowly cool and pleasant, and people slowly perceive. This is "the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the sound of the sycamore leaves in front of the steps". Autumn in the north seems to have arrived in an instant, awakening people's vague sense of the seasons, and in an instant, their eyes are full of gold.

However, whether it is the slow autumn in the south or the autumn in the acute north, it brings people the same pleasant feeling, feeling the beauty of autumn, the sweetness of autumn, and the fruits of autumn.

Moonlight" Night, just darkened, the thick fog was diffused and spread, dyeing a calm and peaceful night, and the white fog was dyed golden under the light of the soft moonlight and street lamps. Under the moonlight, the leaves "flutter", as if playing a "moonlight song", graceful and poignant, deep and beautiful, the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, intoxicating.

In the depths of the night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are longing, the water and light are dissolved, the fireflies are lit, the candles are lit, and the picture scroll under the moon is good!

Life is so much like "Moonlight Song" and picture scrolls! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is short, why is it not like "Moonlight Song"?

The moon is in the sky, bright and gentle, the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night, the light of the moon falls on the trees, falling mottled black shadows, scattered like broken strips hanging on the trees.

Everything in the world is the creation of God, and they are all harmonious, but the moon is different, the moon has its own character, there are clouds and sunny days, and the charm of the moon is reflected here. Why should the moon compete for glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible, and to send people a piece of warmth and light!

Isn't it true of people? Aren't some people like the moon giving to others in obscurity? Although it is just a trivial matter, each other will feel a little warmth, which is the connotation of the month.

The night is silent. The moon quietly casts its afterglow, trying its best to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and love to people!