As the first batch of Malaysian international students welcomed into China, time flies by. They were high-spirited at the time and are now in their forties. Most of them are parents and shoulder the responsibilities of life and family. When I gently open the pages of memories, those years of studying across the oceans and wandering in foreign countries come flooding back.
It was a time of different colors. Some people shined on the academic stage and lived wonderful lives; some people lived ordinary and fulfilling days, savoring the true taste of life in the ordinary; some people were lucky enough to gain sincere friendship, sweet love, and live a happy life; and some people, perhaps because they missed certain opportunities and people, left behind unforgettable regrets and regrets for the rest of their lives.
Looking back, the past is like smoke, slowly dissipating in the long river of time, but it has left deep or shallow imprints in the depths of memory that will never be erased. Like Nanming's wet dream, it has a long aftertaste.
In the hot and vigorous midsummer, every inch of land is filled with the power of life, just as our country is flourishing in the wave of the times, full of hope and vitality. A sudden rain broke the hot and depressing atmosphere. The raindrops are pouring down, like the sweat and blood of countless people with lofty ideals, silently nourishing this land.
It washes away the dust and rejuvenates all things, just like those ancestors who stood up for their country and their country, used their fearless courage and selfless dedication to protect the country's prosperity and stability, paved the way for the future of their country and country in hardships, and made their country more resilient and vigorous in the face of wind and rain.
