I have heard many people who have left campus say: "Cherish your time in school." I often tell younger people that what I really want to cherish is not just diligent study, but the special feeling of being on campus. That soft, indifferent, simple and clear feeling.
In my memory, we lay on the bench under the cloudless blue sky and quietly watched the palm trees swaying in the blue sky. My favorite songs echoed softly in my ears, and every moment of dusk swimming under the ripple-like lights of the art museum was vividly in my mind. The humid southern climate is more profound than any long-distance train journey.
The temperature, the wind, the texture of the light, the flowing skirts and the folds of the shirts in those scenes. We walked repeatedly on those familiar streets and felt the various flavors of the four seasons. Those romantic and tender secrets hidden deep in the heart.
"Are there any traces of us in this world?" I wrote a lot of words for you and poured almost all my feelings into many diaries, recording every detail between us, every communication, and even the casual eye contact. Ultimately, these words seem to have no meaning other than to prove my love for you. But I know that I love you, not that I have loved you before. Therefore, these diaries left in the world seem to serve no purpose other than taking up space. But for me, knowing that I loved you is enough.
Purpose: Never miss the light because of the short-term darkness