Three years ago, I received the admission notice with joy. Today, three years later, I can calm down and pass it by in one stroke. Should I be grateful that I have grown up?
Only when you grow up will you know that in the moment you look back, youth without resentment will have no regrets, just like the quiet late moon on the hill.
Close your eyes, five four three two one, I believe that when I look back, I will see your smiling faces, and then a waxing moon will slowly rise.
Finally, after school, I asked Bai Huishi and Yichu to go first and take the camera to the airport.
I stood under the tree. It was the change of seasons, and the fallen leaves were blooming red. Each leaf carried three years of youth, flowing like a dream of youth, quietly blooming.
Conception: