Falling for You from Afar

Day after day, time slips away. My youth and the years that belong to me are nearly gone.

I look up at the sky above me. It is still as blue as it was when I first set foot on this campus. I used to love looking up at the sky. Its pristine blue often made me feel dizzy, and I imagined I could find my own heaven somewhere in its vastness.

Heaven seemed like a sacred place to me.

Every now and then, I would gently knock on its door. Like a lost child, I searched for a castle to call my own whenever I felt lonely.

In my free time, I like listening to beautiful English songs. Their melodious voices flow through my heart like a stream. Though I can't carry a tune, I somehow found myself lost in the music, for no particular reason.

I don't like Faye Wong or Andy Lau. I love the feeling that sweeps through my heart when music plays, and it has nothing to do with the singer.

I read a lot. When life brings neither great joy nor sorrow, I lose myself in the journey through books, where golden houses and jade-like beauties await.

I read essays and poetry, and sometimes indulge in a little self-admiration, savoring the elegance of the ancients.

Before I knew it, the time had come to say goodbye to campus.

The leaves of the parasol trees are still as green as ever. They have completely left winter's bleakness behind.

Spring came knocking at our door before we even noticed.

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