When I first entered the campus, it was September when the phoenix flowers were falling. She stood in her birthday month, looked at the audience, and read out the medical oath on a thin piece of paper in her hand. In the next four years, she met the boy who palpitated at first sight, and approached cautiously, but the two equally innocent people tortured each other in the end. In the final breakup, there was no fog, but they could not say goodbye with a smile. Later, she watched the joys and sorrows of the world in the corridor of the hospital, watching the lights of thousands of houses outside the window, walking towards darkness under the dim light. Later, she met someone, and from that moment on, she realized that everything in the past is just a prologue. I lose my life, I gain it, I am lucky
Intention: When we are young, we think that losing is the end. Only later do we realize that a rose is a rose. If we get it, we are lucky, but if we lose it, we are destined.