I have always wanted to write an article to include all the people in it, record my college life, record different people, different things, and record our last good moments. Like a novel, it contains youth, dreams, and longing and hope for the future. Form a light text. Be your ordinary self again. Like gardenias, they withered and fell on the white skirt. The wind blew by, and there was a slight fragrance. What disappears is our youth that will never come back.