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This summer vacation is like always. When the autumn wind carries the romance and enthusiasm of summer, and carries the sweet words of the breeze, it ends in a short and long time. There are too many people with stories and without stories. After experiencing too much, only the whisper of the breeze is left, telling the past...
I am a senior in college, and graduation is approaching like autumn. I feel anxious all day long, fearing that I have never experienced the elite campus of college. Once upon a time, I was envious of others being able to record the past in words on lovely white paper, so my hands were itchy, and my heart was not as excited as action, so I started to write about my poor life. Too many ordinary, too ordinary people often lamented that their circumstances were not good, and wondered if they would be accused of this. Let it go, just let it be the talk of others! !
Listen to the wind singing, just for that momentary touch and the touching in your heart! !