It was many years ago, and it was not yet a graduation at that time, because I had not yet taken the college entrance examination, and half a month before the college entrance examination, I took a photo of the campus I had set foot on, and the shooting tool was the mobile phone I took over from my brother.

One weekend, I just remember that the sun was good and perfect for shooting, and I wandered around the flower-filled campus, stepping on every inch of the land. To be honest, I've been here for three years, and before I have time to take a good look, I'm leaving.

At that time, the new school had just been built, and many facilities were not yet complete, and the biggest changes in the past three years should have been a square opposite the cafeteria, a pond on the east side of the school gate, and the opening of the library.

In the blink of an eye, it was time to leave, but I didn't feel anything, but I couldn't help but leave something behind. Three years of suffering and happiness are all buried here, buried under the land of that pear garden, among the branches of the apricot garden.

I held my phone, spun around, danced, danced happily, recorded through the blurry camera, humming little tunes as I wanted, and was as happy as a bee lingering in the flowers.

Then I was tired and thirsty, so I found a place with few people, sat on the stone that was blown clean by the wind, turned on my mobile phone, plugged in my headphones, and enjoyed the school I photographed, listening to the cheerful sound, and looking at the beautiful campus, which was probably so beautiful.

Coincidentally, I met another classmate who had the same idea as me, and suddenly I felt a little regretful that this beautiful campus was not my own, it existed to give birth to countless flowers of the motherland, and I was just an unremarkable little flower in the garden.

Maybe after a few years, it forgot about me as a person, or maybe it didn't remember me, and when it went back to watch that video, it was a little more regretful, and even the sunlight inside was a little dazzling.

Eventually, I seemed to delete the video shortly after, but I was revisiting the whole campus that day.

There are many things that we can't be exclusive to, and they exist so that everyone can enjoy them, or a few people can enjoy them, and what we want to do is to enjoy them with peace of mind, not try to possess them.

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