When I went home during the winter vacation, I unexpectedly received wedding invitations from two high school classmates. Their voices and smiles in the past appear in your mind, their innocent and childish eyes, and their figures running on the playground. Everything is within reach as if it were yesterday, but when you really reach out, you will find that it is actually very far away. I am about to graduate from college, but the scene when I first entered college is still vivid in my mind. Why do I have to leave so soon? Our generation can be considered a relatively special generation. This is not to boast, but just being born in our era is destined to bear its mark.
These past events flashed by one by one, and in a blink of an eye, we were about to graduate from college. Time flies, the years leave no trace, and the past that passes by in a hurry has gradually drifted away without us realizing it. When we want to reach out and touch them, they just keep churning in the river of memory, and we have no choice but to admit that we can't catch any waves. When we put down our hands in relief and watch them roll by with a smile, we also have a story to tell. This is the story of our group and the imprint of our youth, which seems to be vaguely touchable but out of reach.