Time slips away in such a hurry, and the years bring rapid changes to life, and also quietly precipitate every past in the memory. From childhood to adulthood, from laughing, noisy and carefree, to being mature and steady and gradually worrying about life, perhaps there is only a dividing tree ridge called "graduation" in between. Having crossed the last watershed of "college graduation", I now know that campus life is a thing of the past and can only remain vivid in my memories. And I have no intersection with this period of time, and can only drift away.
Before the college entrance examination, teachers of all previous generations have worked hard and tacitly to create this dream for us, describing the university as a paradise, as if competing with thousands of troops to cross a single-plank bridge. When we get to university, we must be suddenly enlightened.
When I finally got to college, my dream was shattered. Over the past eighteen years, the daily life of the top students has fallen into the miserable struggle of the poor students. The beam of realism breaks through the bubble of fantasy, but also illuminates the way forward in life.
If I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin, who will listen when the string breaks?