Four Years of Vanity

The blank days in college are always so many and so few. Every day is neither beautiful nor sad. When everything is over, many people cannot express a good emotion. There are not many things left for us to say, but there are not many things. People who enter working life will always tell those who come after them: Cherish the happy life of college! I don't know what this means. At least to me, they are just talking nonsense. I don't know how many people can go back to their freshman year, and I don't know that there is still time for us to be happy without deliberately pursuing happiness. I am a senior student, and life is full of things. It's not that I really don't know anything, but that after I experienced the vain time, when my arrogance, fantasy, and dreams were all worn away one by one, I really didn't have the courage to say anything. I began to believe in God, and I no longer wanted to defeat nature, and I no longer wanted to question the truth. The past four years have been chaotic and useless, and not much can be left behind. I have dominated... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.