I have always wanted to write something for the flowers in our dormitory. Today I picked up the pen in my hand and started my bitter and sweet memories. The quality of the writing is no longer important. What is important is that I want to carefully review our campus, our youth, and who we were before the light faded. It's like singing, even though I'm tone deaf, the sincerity in the singing is irresistible. Please let us walk into that unforgettable day together...