The Wind Blows Through the Past Few Years of University

The moment I stepped into the university gate, I thought I was ushering in freedom and distance. Unexpectedly, real growth is hidden in early morning classes, crowded cafeterias, dormitories with lights on late at night, and a group of noisy friends. There have been times of confusion, times of joy, times of heartbeats that ended without a cure, and moments of gritting one's teeth and persevering. It turns out that the four years of college are not a grand carnival, but a time of growing up and reconciling with oneself.