The days go by day by day. My youth and years are about to leave.
Looking up at the sky above my head, it is still as blue as when I stepped into this campus. In the past, I liked to look up at the sky. The impure blue often made me feel dizzy. I imagined that I could find my own paradise in the blue sky.
Heaven, in my heart, seems to be a holy place.
Occasionally, I would knock gently on its door. I am like a lost child, looking for a castle for myself when I am lonely.
In my spare time, I like to listen to those beautiful English songs. The beautiful songs gurgled through my heart like water. Although I was a tone-deaf child, I found myself intoxicated in the music for no reason.
I don't like Faye Wong or Andy Lau. I like the feeling of emotion when music passes through my heart. It has nothing to do with the singer.
I often read books, and when I am not feeling overjoyed or sad, I indulge in the journey of the Golden House and Yan Ruyu.
Read prose, read poetry, and occasionally indulge in self-indulgence, which is unlike the elegance of the ancients.
Before I knew it, it was time to say goodbye to the campus.
The leaves of the sycamore trees are still so green, they have completely bid farewell to the desolation of winter.
Spring knocks on our door inadvertently.
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