The spring of 2014 was the most difficult day I have ever lived.
Summer, a season I love, seems to be so scary, almost ironic to me.
On June 24, the first girl in the dormitory left. At that time, it felt like I had really graduated.
On June 28, I became the second and last person to leave. It seemed that I was already accustomed to this short stay, so I didn't have too many emotions.
I am happy all the time.
It's just that sometimes it's so fragile.
In the past three years, I have enjoyed the warmth brought by the mother of the Yellow River in a place with simple folk customs.
In the past three years, I have been accustomed to experiments and gatherings in a big family.
In the past three years, I have liked some people; I have hated some people; I have been to some places; I have left some places again.