After Graduation, We Fell in Love Together

After graduation, we fell in love together ——I would like to dedicate this document to my young friends Jiang Ying The long avenue stretches under our feet. Just like this, holding your arms, we have walked through four springs and autumns. Today, we finally reached its end... Looking back suddenly, those golden years are engraved with our sweet memories and deep attachment. The four years of spring, autumn, rain, snow, wind and frost all bear in mind the unforgettable years we spent together in this green city. Now, it is supposed to be the season when the grass in the North is growing and the orioles are flying, and the fallen flowers are colorful, but in our eyes, "the banyan leaves are all over the ground and the orioles are crowing." The decaying and rustling banyan leaves bear the continuous spring rain that is heavy and light at this time, passing over your clear brows, spiraling down to the soil of reality, and also falling into our desolate hearts. In the dimly lit Fat Sheep box, we faced each other, "Is it true that we can't change?" "Can't" "I see that you don't care about me at all and don't cherish me." You said angrily. "No, I don't care about you, who else do I care about?" "Then why don't you pay for me?" "I don't want to give up my ideals. I can't give up my long-cherished wish for several years. Now that it will be realized soon, how can I give up?" You fell silent. "Can't you apply for a job in the north?" "No, I like Guangzhou. This is the metropolis I have dreamed of since I was a child. It is full of life and full of challenges. I like it." You said. "Isn't it the same in the north? As long as you work hard, you will still be outstanding." "No, I finally earned a position after passing five levels and killing six generals. Do you think it's easy?" You said worriedly. I know that I can't force you, just like you can't force me. "Do you really want to continue studying? In fact, with your talent and learning, your work will be just as good. You will stand out soon." "You know, I also got it by crossing a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops. More importantly, I feel that only by continuing to study can I better utilize my talents. I can't go against my original intention." "Is studying really more important than me?" Your tone is full of doubts and fear. I know, this is an ultimatum. Silence. "I know that you have never cherished the relationship between us. Maybe we are just a game, a dream. Now, it is dawn and the dream has awakened. It is time to do whatever you have to do." You're stabbing me. But what can I say. After all, four years, how many such four years can there be in a life? I picked up the wine and said, "Stop talking about this, let's drink, okay?" I drank it all in one gulp, "Actually, why do you need to make everything so clear? When you should be confused, just be confused. Time will dilute everything and heal the bleeding wounds." "You are escaping, you dare not face reality." Your words are unquestionable. But what can I do? Your hair, your lovely face, your affectionate and smart eyes, your small nose, your cherry mouth, and your soft waist are all what I am fascinated by. In the past four years, I have touched your charming face, kissed your fragrant hair, and hugged your slender waist countless times. …It's all over now. Just like what you said, when you wake up from the dream, you can do whatever you need to do. Thinking of this, I can't help but burst into tears. Maybe in the near future, you will fall into the arms of another man, let him kiss your hair and eyes, let him hug your waist and hold your arm, but I am just a thin and pale supporting role in that poor era, and will eventually be dusted in your memory. I tilted my head and drank the wine in one gulp. "If saying goodbye is too heavy, give it time to say it." You sat over, put your arms around my neck, leaned your head on my face, and said nothing. Tears fell onto my shoulders. "I will miss you very much," you said dreamily, "I will miss every day and night we walked together..." "Come on, forget it. Tomorrow it will mean nothing to us. Wisdom becomes a burden on the soul." "No, I will never do it. Unless you can," after a pause, you turned to my face, looked into my eyes blankly and said, "Can you do it? Do you really do it?" How should I answer. I closed my eyes and let the tears flow freely. You lay on my chest and sobbed: "Why, why do we always have such a difficult time? Why are you so stubborn? Why don't you agree with me this time? I will always listen to you from now on. Really, I will never fight with you again, okay?" Your tearful face swayed in front of my eyes. "Is studying really more important than me? Why don't you think about us, why don't you think about our future." I stroke your hair, but I can't satisfy you, I really can't. I suddenly want to push you away. Since this is the "Last Supper", we may be strangers tomorrow. The encounter may be just a bleak smile, or it may be a deeper hurt. Why bother now? But you held me tightly, kissed my tear-filled face wildly, and used your small tongue to search for my closed lips... With a "pop" sound, the empty wine bottle fell down at his feet. And my mind went blank, and in the heaviness, I seemed to be drifting to a gloomy heaven... When I woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. I feel weak all over. The landlord told me that your girlfriend was so kind to you. She stayed overnight, cleaned up your vomit, and washed your clothes. The clothes outside the window were dripping with water... "Young man, the girl gave you a letter and said she would hand it to you when you wake up," the old man said. I opened the letter in a hurry, Dear Jiang Maybe this is the last time you allow me to call you that. But I will always call you that. When you read this letter, I have already left you and may have already boarded the train to Guangzhou. From now on, we bid farewell to the southern city where we spent more than a thousand days and nights together. Originally I wanted to stay and spend more time with you. But I know that my existence may be just a heavy weight in your mind. I know you care about our friendship, or maybe it's a hazy love. But why am I not? Originally, I wanted to dedicate myself to you last night, to the days we spent together, but you didn't want to, you were drunk, you were so drunk. Seeing your painful look, do you know how heartbroken I am? I know the more drunk you get, the more you cherish our relationship. You asked me why I didn't work in the north. It's not because I didn't work hard. I sent materials to several companies, but there was no news. I went for an interview with the last company, but the fat manager's squinting eyes made me shudder. I ran out of the room before the interview was over. The current company was introduced by a distant relative of mine, and the annual salary is very high. You know, I'm tired of being poor. I no longer want to live the days when I have less than a hundred dollars in my bag, and I no longer want to live the days when I see a clothing store and run away in a hurry. A poor life taught me that to get rid of poverty, only money can do it. So I need money. Maybe you will call me vulgar and philistine. But what can I do? Life told me that I must do this. My elderly parents raised me on a small piece of land and tightened their belts so that I could go to college. Now that they are old, they no longer have the strength to lift the heavy hoe or resist the worn-out rake. I want them to spend their remaining years peacefully and live the last bit of happiness in their lives. And this, only money can do. Jiang, dear, forgive me, I have always been a good girl in your eyes, but now, I am not good this time. But this is the last time in our lives. Thank you for your care and love for me over the past four years. I will always be grateful to you. I wish you all the best in your studies. When I am tired from studying, I suddenly look back and remember that there was once a girl who loved you so much and blessed you from afar, and I am satisfied. … Looking at the handwriting blurred by tears on the letter, my heart ached. The dripping drops of water on the clothes were like endless tears, telling me. I rushed downstairs, caught a taxi, went straight to the train station, pushed through the crowd, and hit the ticket gate. I saw that the train from Nanning to Guangzhou was blowing out thick smoke, and the wheels collided with the rails, making a dull "buzz" sound. Seeing my panic, the ticket inspector stopped me and said, "Can you refund the ticket or change trains? The train has already left." Yes, the car has left. I left with my deep love, the dream I had had for four years, the endless tears I shed last night, and the woman who would have been mine. … I have woken up from the dream, let's do whatever needs to be done! Room 504, International Student Apartment 2004-04-02 Intention: