Rose Flower

Goodbye! My university! Goodbye! Beloved! Goodbye! My youth! Youth is sometimes like a headless fly wandering around, either bustling with excitement or leaving in a deserted state. It's like a vigorous war, but there are no trumpets and drummers. All the protagonists are themselves when they were young, either fighting hard and bruised, or being beaten to a complete defeat. In the past, our sweat and tears were intertwined, and carnival and loss were accompanied. In the end, they all formed the most profound memory of youth, like fragments scattered on the ground! At the graduation ceremony, the principal said, "Youth is for struggle." But the helpless reality has made us lose our ideals. In the wasted years, youth is used for confusion, hesitation, degradation and waste, and the few who still have fighting spirit are struggling in helplessness. The true story of a group of contemporary young people, no matter how bizarre, ridiculous, or even tragic it is, is the most authentic portrayal of youth! How can a dusty song express our regretless youth, which is the years buried in time, the memory album that can never be opened, the pale paper on which tears and laughter are permanently frozen, washed by time, passing by in the light years! I used the heaviest words to commemorate the lost youth, spilled wine with blood, burned incense with ink and paper, and shed tears of sorrow. After kneeling three times and bowing nine times, I never looked back again!