The summer is scorching and the sun is blazing. The ginkgo trees that line the roads on the university campus are luxuriant. The lush branches and leaves are like a large green velvet umbrella that is stretched out, covering the sky and the sun. The fiery sunshine was blocked out by it, and under the shade of the trees, it was a shade.

The autumn wind rises, and the geese fly south. The color of the ginkgo biloba leaves has turned into a brilliant gold, and from a distance, it looks like a golden glow rising from the sky, making people forget to leave. This year, I was destined not to see such a beautiful view. In the blink of an eye, it's the annual parting season again.

Graduation season is the beginning of hope for some people. For some, it's a wonderful end. Some people come in with a smile and leave sadly. Some people come with high spirits and cannot be eternally renewed, but when they leave, they can't see the pride when they come.

It doesn't matter if you're happy or sad. This summer, we graduated.

Over the campus, there is a song floating, the title of the song is an old song, it has a nice name, "Farewell, Outside the Long Pavilion"

I was originally a five-tone incomplete sound, listening to this music, moved the corners of my lips, followed the light melody of the music, hummed: Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, the sunset mountain is outside the mountain, the end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered, a scoop of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

While I was intoxicated, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to look at him, and he shuddered and said viciously, "Listen to a kind of person singing and ask for money." Listen to you sing, damn it. Look at me, goosebumps are up. ”

I pointed at him speechlessly, and I wanted to bite him. I finally mustered up the courage to sing and sang loudly, but I was hit by this grandson to the fullest, and I said angrily: "Grandson, get out of me." ”

The person who came, surnamed Sun, has a single name and a plant. I still remember that at the first class meeting of the university, he introduced himself in a very broken hometown dialect in front of everyone, "Good afternoon, students." My surname is Sun, the grandson of Sun Wukong. A single name is a plant, Cao Zhi's plant. Isn't my name very domineering. ”

There was silence in the audience, and suddenly, 10,000 crows flew overhead.

"Cut. The audience made a disdainful voice, "Grandson, your name is domineering and loud enough." ”

It was also from this day that I met Sun Zhi. Later, we were separated into a dormitory, and I would often ask him how much you didn't want to see your parents to give you such a 'loud' name.

Sun Zhi said with a sad face: "Alas, don't say it, tears are running!"

"Man, you should sing a majestic song, brother will have a song "Loyal to the Country" with you. ”

Sun Zhi cleaned up the filthy breath in his throat, coughed, and the ghost cried wolf: "The wolf smoke rises, the rivers and mountains look north, the dragon rolls, the horse grows, the sword qi is like frost, and the heart is like the water of the Yellow River... Oh, oh my god, I forgot the words. ”

I looked at him with a strange gaze, not only did he forget his words, but he sang more loudly than the howl of a pig. Seeing the disgusting expressions of the beauties around me, I smiled, and the laughter made people roll over their backs.

Sun Zhi said with a big grin: "Do you know how to appreciate music?"

I tried to hold back, trying not to laugh out loud, but I still broke the trick and looked at him with disgust, "I don't understand." ”

Sun Zhi looked at me with hostile eyes and cursed, "I don't understand, you are still laughing." ”

I pointed to a few beautiful women next to me. Sun Zhi looked at it and seemed to understand everything, and he asked me softly: "You tell the truth, is my brother singing well?"

I had a look like I had eaten too much and wanted to vomit.

Sun Zhi, scolding me for not knowing how to appreciate, turned his face away, smiled at a few beauties, and shouted: "Beauty, will you appreciate it! Brother, this is singing with life." ”

I stared at him speechlessly, and he was indeed singing with his life. Just a few bricks were thrown in front of him. Seeing his smug look, I shrugged my shoulders and felt so cold. I thought, tonight, I'm going to have nightmares.

At noon, it is the day to record youth.

Four years ago, a few of us freshmen who had just stepped into medical school were discussing how seniors and seniors would feel when they left the school.

I say, joy. Sun Zhi said it was sad.

I looked at him in a daze, what kind of eyes he looked. The smiles on the faces of the seniors and seniors have no sad looks.

Sun Zhi shrugged, spread his hands and said, "Big brother, don't you see? Would you be happy if it were you?"

I said, "Medical life is hard, and it's good to have white clothes for you to wear." ”

Sure enough, I am a teenager who does not have a backache when he stands and talks. At this moment, looking down at the white clothes on his body, he instantly felt old-fashioned. Dressed in white, how do you look weird.

How did I put this white garment on my body?

I still remember that year, the college entrance examination was over, and I thought that my hard high school career was over. But I didn't find that the days of waiting for the college entrance examination were extremely tormenting. The days of waiting for the results of the college entrance examination were the most painful for me. During this period, there would always be neighbors, seven aunts and eight aunts who sent cordial greetings and asked me how I was doing in the college entrance examination and how my results were.

I can't think of a better way to deal with them than to giggle and perfunctory. Finally, after a few days of clearing my ears, the college entrance examination scores came down, and the seven aunts and eight aunts sent a cordial smile again, filled in the college entrance examination volunteer for me, and offered advice.

The seventh aunt and the eighth aunt said, "Ninety thousand! ”

Ninety thousand, is my nickname. It is said that when my mom asked my dad to name me, he was playing mahjong with his neighbors.

My mom asked my dad, "Baby, what's the name?" ”

In that game, my father's thirteen chapters of cards were all 10,000 words. When my dad saw the big names, his eyes were green, * 90,000 guan three families. My dad shouted, "Hu Jiuwan." ”

My mother scolded, "The child is not yours." Take such an ugly name. ”

My dad didn't hear what my mom said, and Xizizi repeated: "Hu Jiuwan." ”

When my mother saw that 90,000 was too vulgar, she was angry with my father, and not only changed my name, but also changed my surname. My mother is an English teacher, so my name is Jiang Yingyu.

My dad looked at my name in the household registration book and was angry, but it still couldn't match my mom, so I kept following her surname. After this incident, my father strictly taught me not to gamble, especially mahjong.

I asked him why.

My father said with a painful face, if it weren't for gambling, I wouldn't have followed my mother's surname. Later, I found out that I had been born from my father's gambling curse.

At that time, I didn't think that it was natural to have my father's surname, but I always said to him: "My mother's surname is Jiang, which is better than my surname Hu." ”

My father was so angry that I said that I was a plague god who had come down to harm him.

As I get older, I get older. I was faced with an embarrassing question, and many people asked me, Yingyu, are you sure that your father was born?

I scratched my head, not knowing how to answer. I was bullied by my classmates at school, and I came home depressed, looked up and asked my mother, did I give birth to my father?

"It's not. When my mother heard this, she couldn't stand up with a smile and gave me a firm answer.

The corners of my lips curled, tears fell instantly, and I cried, "Who gave birth to me?" ”

My mother touched my forehead, "You were born to me." ”

Since my mother's words, I have always believed in junior high school that I was born to my mother and has nothing to do with my father. The seven aunts, eight aunts and neighbors still affectionately called me 90,000.

"Ninety thousand! ”

I smiled and said, "It's okay." ”

"University, what are you going to choose? ”

I raised my hand, ready to speak my mind. This group of seven aunts and eight aunts completely ignored me.

"I think it's a good profession to be a teacher. Cultural people, stable income. Come out, it's easy to find a job. It's good to talk about daughter-in-law. ”

My head is covered, I'm only eighteen years old, eighteen years old! They don't care about my feelings, they talk about daughters-in-law. From childhood to adulthood, I still remember the earnest teachings of my mother and teachers.

"Son, study hard, you can't fall in love at school. ”

"Classmate Jiang, you are a good seedling. A good university in the future is waiting for you, study hard. Don't let your teacher down. ”

I still remember one time, I was going home with a female classmate in my class and was bumped into. The news of my 'puppy love' spread. My mother gave me a good education. Since then, I've had a strange disease. From junior high school to high school, I didn't dare to walk side by side with my female classmates.

After the college entrance examination, I also became an obedient and good boy. There was no early love, and he was successfully admitted to the university that his parents expected. Now it's good? The seven aunts and eight aunts opened their mouths and closed their mouths in front of me, getting married!

My mom was also very easy-going, standing aside and having fun.

"Doctor, this profession is not bad. What a high-end atmosphere. Ninety thousand, if you become a doctor, how handsome it is!"

Under the decision of the seven aunts and eight aunts, my fate was decided for them. So, I listened to them without any choice and embarked on the path of a medical student.

When my mother asked me to apply for medicine, I stared at my father with pitiful eyes and begged him for help. My dad said, you're not my own, listen to your mom right.

At this moment, I realized the importance of my father. Dad abandoned him deeply. Alas, if you want to blame it, it's because I'm too far away from my father.

Once, the university I longed for wasn't supposed to be like this. At least, when you graduate, you should wear a bachelor's gown, a tunic and a hanfu. It didn't work out as I hoped, and I was covered with a white coat.

The photographer, waving his hand, shouted: "Future Bethune, show your handsome smile!"

As soon as I heard it, I was not happy. The photographer freezes the moment, as if someone owes me millions and hasn't paid it back.

When I look at my own photos, I have to admire the photographer, I look so handsome, I don't dare to face myself.

At this moment, whether I am happy or not, this long four-year medical student career has finally come to an end. Although, as medical professors often say, there is no end to medicine. However, I made up my mind that the path of medicine should be terminated.

After all, after a few years of staying in this college, the medical university still has a lot of affection for it to a greater or lesser extent. Whether it is for people or things, those bits and pieces will always be remembered.

Parting is always accompanied by sadness. Perhaps, if you say goodbye today, the people you meet here, whether right or wrong, are passers-by and will never appear in your life again.

Growing up, we don't have snot like we did when we graduated from high school. As we grow older, our feelings become richer. We understand that it is a fate to leave even if we are reluctant. What we can do is to leave no regrets in our youth.

Youth, don't say goodbye.