Tomorrow is the last exam, the roommates are in the dormitory to prepare, I took my classmate's hand to the classroom, the sun outside the window is a little warm, people are a little lazy, want to lie on the grass, expel the long-accumulated cold. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info plugged in the Internet cable, opened the music box, and the singing filled the classroom, telling some stories to the people passing by outside the window, they have all been on vacation, only our software department is left struggling, I don't know the day after tomorrow, when I happily pack up my things, will I remember today's loneliness, some things will never be remembered anymore. Time flies so fast, the first semester of the sophomore year is over in a blink of an eye, next year, next year I will go to a distant place, when parting, the roommates will definitely drink a lot of bars, a group of big men crying while drinking, under the street lamp, supporting each other, how many late nights we go back to school from the Internet café outside, stepping on the shadow of this street lamp and laughing at each other, unscrupulous, a pack of cigarettes and one cigarette per person, I don't smoke you say that I have no righteousness, I have to cough while smoking, you bend over and laugh at me, laugh and scold back to the dormitory, often you all fall asleep, but I am still listening to music by the windowsill, and then turn on the computer to write something, or turn on the pocket of your clothes to smoke secretlyDon't blame me, don't keep asking me why I don't sleep, I just can't sleep, I just remember something, I just think of a girl. My friends, will you remember me when you graduate? The kid who doesn't even smoke, the kid who blushes when he drinks just a glass of wine, the kid who always loses when he plays cards, the kid who listens to songs on the windowsill late at night?

I hope, my buddy, that in ten years' time, we can still get into trouble together and fly together.

2010-01-18