The moon is visiting quietly. Although I can still hear the cicadas chirping outside the window, it is far less noisy than that year.
Those are the three years in my memories, the best three years
The old travels are nowhere to be found, there is no place to look for, only the youthful heart...
That's when we have dreams, about literature, about friendship, about traveling across the world
We were young people at that time, arrogant and ambitious, saying that the world is so big, how could there be no place for me, how could there be no time for me to show my talents. We made an appointment to meet at the top and have a drink under the moon. It was so leisurely and comfortable.
I have like-minded friends and teachers,
But at this time, I can only follow the flow of people at a loss. They are getting farther and farther away, slowly disappearing into the sea of people, and their backs can no longer be seen.
The bright smiles of friends and the gratified eyes of teachers always appear
I still remember that we had snowball fights together, won glory for the class together, cried together, and laughed together
At that moment, I never heard the cicada chirping again, and then I suddenly realized that time had passed.
Like a dream, like a dream
Like waking up from a dream, like waking up from a dream
It's been so long...
Intention: growth