Year after year, time flies and we see each other again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info If I meet you in Nanxin, you will remember my name. Look at the State Delivery Building, look at 108, what you see is the passionate Brother Zeng, but what you see is not the group of monkey anxious guys at the beginning. joked: Brother Zeng, who is beaten by iron, is a student of flowing water.

The flowers have bloomed, and they are thankful, and the coming year will still be the same. Now hand in hand to enjoy the flowers of the companions, but will eventually go to the end of the world, oh, what an old bridge, but has been staged, this fold, never end.

It's just that in the future, you and I will all grow old.

The once boring classroom will eventually get rid of it, and those knowledge points will never be used again. At the end of the story, even your face, I will forget. What else is there to remember?

The one who nested in the corner of the dormitory, silently watching the video, the one wearing a small floral dress and long hair fluttering, the one who appeared arrogantly with a suitcase, and the one who took your belongings and drifted away......

It's like a cloud of smoke.

The children with cerebral palsy that we scolded together will later become social elites, and those teenagers who killed Matt will also be generous. What does it matter if your Neymar can't ride the green field anymore, and Taylor can't sing the songs he did back then?

They lead the way in your time, and they will fall. Kiran can't turn back time, but Dead Song will record their deeds.

It turned out that the young man was romantic, which was originally a compliment.

We worship the senior sister who applied for the sixth grade in the third year, I didn't expect you to pass the sixth grade in the sophomore year, we were envious and jealous, but we couldn't hate it, you are a woman like the wind in my heart, but for the sixth level to be a "quiet beautiful woman" for half a month, such a hard work, what reason not to gain.

You got the scholarship, and I won't say anything.

said that you would hang accounting with Xiaoxiong, but you passed it once by self-study, in the final analysis, you are still a Nantong scholar.

When you first started, you were a cold anime maniac, and later I learned that you just didn't know how to get along with others.

Thank you Nanshin, let me meet you at the age of 20, maybe I can't change your life, at least go through this journey with you. You once left the student council for an unknown senior, and you never mentioned it again.

Maybe that's it, some people easily change our choices, but after turning around, we never meet again. Occasionally, it is turned out from the depths of memory, as if it is a different world. smiled slightly, but even his face would become blurred.

In everyone's hearts, you are not a gentle and delicate woman, but you participated in the election of the freshman class assistant. That night, you asked over and over again, "Sister, can I do it?" What if I don't choose?

I can see that you're nervous, but you're too busy playing to be relieved. can only open his eyes and say nonsense over and over again, "You can, kill the opponent in minutes, you are so powerful."

You succeeded, and you had your own little thing to protect. In those days, you kept talking about "junior brother, junior sister". During the beginning of the school year, the new students were running around every day to enter information for the new students.

The document is important, there can be no mistakes, the information written by others is random and sloppy, but you have to screen word by word, so hard, no complaints.

In just a few days, I got to know many people in the class, and you know the personality traits of some of them very well. Who dares to say that you are very arrogant? You are the real delicate!

Perhaps thanks to the Nanshin Academy, when we were not yet present, we have selected excellent class assistants like you, and then, with gratitude, year after year.

You often scold this school, its system, its living conditions. You are dissatisfied with the dormitory with only cold water, the canteen where takeout is prohibited, and the power and internet are cut off at 11 o'clock. And yet, you defend it, and when the teenagers of other schools laugh at it, your position is clearer than that of a so-called good boy like me.

The dumplings in the back street, only five pieces per bowl, were the first bowl you brought me, and then I fell in love with the taste. Every time I take the 165 bus to the station, I always have to turn a corner and go to the back street to eat dumplings.

You say you hate the smell of barbecue in the backstreets, but you're there again and again, spending the whole afternoon with your friends. After all, this school gives you a group of friends who are worthy of your willingness to concede.

It's rare to see you crying, and when you're hurt and hurt, you just laugh and scold, so the only one or two times have left me so impressed.

Once you and your Pan almost turned their faces, remembering that your whimpering was completely different from your usual optimism and strength. Your tears are not weak, you are true temperament, even if you are strong, you don't have to deliberately pretend when you are sad, you are a person of flesh and blood and feelings, love is there, that's all.

However, in addition to being emotional, you are a brainless troll, everyone in the dormitory has been scolded by you, knowing your temper, and you don't even have the strength to deal with you. You are a "proud female college student", I praise you and I hurt you, you will never treat you differently, and you will scold you back, leaving me speechless.

Whoever makes, this is you.

In your junior year, you are as confused and helpless as everyone else, and after thinking about it again and again, you, a recognized scholar, have given up on transferring books.

I don't want to be confused for another two years, you say.

Yes, the so-called transfer of capital, for some of us, is just a buffer of choice that is not ready to face the society head-on, but you choose to break through the obstacles and choose the direction of the road ahead.

The path to an internship may be full of bumps, but you are you, so that's enough.

I thought that as long as I left, this had nothing to do with me, but my mind recurred about these years, and I remembered them after all. I remember the silence of the library, the hustle and bustle of the stadium, the mystery of the class teacher, and the nagging of the counselor.

Those girls who once bloomed proudly no longer had the strength to raise the corners of their mouths, and those energetic guys no longer competed for the minutes and seconds on the track and field.

And that you, as if you are still on the second floor of the second canteen, and I are studying whether to eat vegan fragrant pot or three fresh pho; in the Guojiao Building, discussing whether the new pole road is a solid circle or a hollow circle; in the dormitory building, we will open black together, seal the account together, and read the brain-dead text together......

I remember that you often came back from the internship and talked to us about each other's lives, and suddenly, you were still you.

However, the road ahead is long, and you will eventually part, if you don't see each other for a long time, are you still you?

The snowflakes will eventually melt, and the green pines dare not grow old. In the future, no one will invite you to pick the loquat in Building No. 1, and the small bridge in the long pavilion will also decay, and the shadows of the trees will be mottled, and you and me will not be able to hide you. Will there be people who will climb out of the dormitory in the middle of the night tomorrow night just to watch a World Cup football game after the internet is disconnected?

You see, you will be old, but time will always be young. You and I are just passing by, but with the memories of youth, we walk all our lives.

Have I ever told you: The mountains and rivers are far away, and each one cherishes it.

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