"May you go through thousands of things and come back as a young man." This is probably the most common thing I heard during those days when I can't go back. Those short three years are always lingering in my mind. In fact, I also want to forget them, but it does make people a little reluctant to let go. If you ask me how I feel, I can't tell you - sweet and painful.
I have some friends that I have good relationships with and some that I still keep in touch with. They have different personalities from me and can paint my life into a colorful oil painting.
The ideal is very full, the reality is very skinny. What I record is not only the simple and clear campus life, but also their and our joy and uneasiness in this complex society. On this journey, probably everyone ended the journey laughing and crying.
That girl and that group of unforgettable people have left, but the story remains here. They circulate in the broadcast room; play on the asphalt road; stroll on the playground; sit quietly on the bench; wander in the mind...
I also regretted it. She didn't thank them at the end; she didn't say the most important words on the day she left; she didn't open her heart at the happy gathering. But I didn't gain nothing, at least I still have the diary and memories from that time.
Like the young minister in the book, he is humble yet outstanding, cowardly yet brave, indifferent yet passionate, selfish yet generous. The moment he turned around to board the plane was a farewell to the past and a greeting to the future.
Concept: When we leave in a hurry, all that remains in our minds is the silhouette of time. I would like to write this to commemorate the summer we will never get back.