The Long Summer Is Not over Yet

The reunion in the new semester was uneventful. The boys and girls were happy, and the campus time was quiet and gentle. There is no vigorous rush, only the companionship of the long flow of water, laughter and laughter, and green and throbbing, filling the entire midsummer. No one expected that this period of pure youth would eventually turn into something difficult. Summer has never ended, but time has long since stopped. The long summer is not over, the regrets are not over, and the rest of my life is full of sadness.