The years quietly pushed me until I graduated from college. People in the dormitory said that we have ended our student days. The messy cups and plates on the dining table reflect our reluctance over the years. It also reminded me that some people and some things will eventually pass away. Just like water in the palm of your hand, whether your hand is flat or clenched, the water will slowly flow from your fingers. But I am still willing to hold my hand tightly, because this way the water will evaporate less and disappear slower. So I wake up in the middle of the night and write in a hurry, erasing the highlights of my life over the years.
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