I always feel that life is so simple
The road we took was so ordinary
Not much depression can be remembered
There is not much joy worth lingering on
The autumn colors are desolate and desolate again
Spring is brilliant and brilliant
Even so, how can I
——Forget the past
Even so, how could I not
——Longing for tomorrow
Hope is lost in the constant search
Longing reappears in constant loss
(Wang Guozhen's "Days")
A gift to my university. Ordinary, yet full.
In a short period of time, experience, experience, growth, transformation, and maturity.