What I don't like the most is graduation like Ling Chi. The atmosphere of parting is growing indefinitely, and every day I tell you that you are leaving, we are going to separate, and we will never see each other again, in fact, everyone understands these principles in their hearts. It's just that we are all using our own ways to numb ourselves and not let ourselves wake up. Early in the morning, the circle of friends brushed up on last night's graduation party. It seems to prove that after watching this party, you will live up to your youth.

Youth is a false proposition, the youth we see is just the way we aspire to live, every time I see some videos of college life, I have a delusion, I TM did not go to college.

Why am I always stuck in all kinds of dark corners, struggling to crawl out. Then he was reborn, and then he fell into another darkness, rising to catch up with the light that was far away.

All the youth on the table is just the tip of the iceberg. The greater darkness and evil are not known to outsiders, and we are always expecting ourselves to have high emotional intelligence, high IQ, and many friends. As everyone knows, these are all things that need to be paid at a painful price in order for you to be left and right and completely transformed.

Until now, I have discovered that there is no end to the road of life, only an endless starting point. Every starting point is a step, up or down, and the rest of the time is wasted.

In the rest of the days, except for the hazy wine, push the glass and change the lamp. It's just planning where to go and go crazy.

In the past, people couldn't hold anything, and as soon as they got drunk, they started to call and tell the world that I was drunk, and you all came to persuade me, pull me, and pity me. I've made trouble, I've run, I've cried.

It was only when I received a call from a drunken friend that I understood that at this time, a drunk person is the most cowardly in your eyes, even if he is an iron-clad man, he will pee on the balcony and catch the paste on the face with his hand.

Those can only be played with as a stalk after you wake up. Nothing but adding jokes.

Later, my heart was big and I could hold things, and even the little willfulness in my heart was imprisoned and I couldn't vent it, and I felt that it was actually nothing. It's just a show, why be serious, I know more people, why care about those who are one or two.

A lot of feelings are just a formality, and once they graduate, they will be indefinite.

In fact, the saddest thing is not that you are drunk and messing around, but also that when you are drunk, you dare not mess around, pretending to be sober, for fear of being seen that you are drunk. We all have a beast within us, and we release it in the name of the gang.

I still remember that the day before leaving, the school organized a group graduation photo, and after the end, the counselor bowed deeply to us.

I know, this time, it's really going to go.

At the graduation ceremony, the counselor watched the video of our growth in the past four years, and tears filled her eyes.

Parting is a sad topic, and every day I see my classmates move away from the dormitory one by one, and my heart is empty.

Without the frolic of the past, there is a little loneliness, and maybe someone really will never see each other again. I couldn't bear to look back at those swaying figures, and that scene made me feel like a knife.

That day, He Ming left silently, not even parting, not having a meal, no hugs, no phone calls. I just remember that he stopped despairing when I was helpless a lot.

When the class was drunk, he found me drunk from under the pool table and took me back to the dormitory from the villa. Everyone pretends to be strong, but in fact they are cowardly, and I am no exception. I don't know what I will become in the future, at least not like idol dramas, relive it, and the screen is full of hormones.

I thought graduation season was going to be spectacular. But in fact, it is no different from the usual, and perhaps we expect it so high that we forget that the life we want to live is also derived from life.

I was in a hurry on the day I left, and I almost missed the time of the ticket, so I didn't have any intention to stay, stopped at the old appearance of my alma mater, and didn't have time to say goodbye to my friends, and I didn't comfort each other with tears in my eyes.

Just a simple sentence, brother, I'm leaving. Then he walked out of the dormitory without looking back. Those hurried sweat have long diluted the tears of parting. No one will remember how shy you were when you first met, but you will only remember your back when you parted.

I've seen unpretentious, but I've also seen splendid and beautiful. But without exception, the unpretentious life makes our compassion stir.

Accustomed to seeing the bright lights, when I returned to my hometown, I saw my mother's simple and dark face, and the long-lost peace of mind suddenly struck. Seeing her before work made my efforts even more promising. Maybe a strange city, like a lingering breath. But there are a pair of eyes full of expectation, what is the value of these sufferings? We must grow faster than our parents age......

(End of the play)

The first volume of Pu Feng's "It's Still Early, We're Still Young" "Campus Chapter" has ended. We are currently preparing for the second volume of "Workplace Chapter".

When writing the first volume, Pu Feng changed his manuscript several times and came up with many writing styles, and the final tone was concise and to the point, and he tried not to drag his feet. I did it, and it was more of a memoir than a novel, and a lot of things in it were not written about, but they were all written in one stroke.

Later, I also read it carefully, because it was all a matter of student days, many of them were a little naïve, and the so-called style of writing was still a little immature.

After work, I have very little leisure time, so in the small half year that I have been updating the novel, I have not read a single book, and the goods in my stomach have basically been emptied.

Looking at Luo Zhenyu's New Year's Eve speech a year ago, he mentioned the book "A Brief History of the Future", and now half a year has passed, and I haven't even finished reading half of it. It's time to recharge your batteries and write down your thoughts while reading.

Write a more realistic second volume of "Workplace Chapter". In fact, in recent years, there have been countless articles, films, televisions, and novels about the workplace. Most of them are unbeatable Xiaoqiang, desperately trying to keep their strongholds, and create an epic masterpiece.

But in it, I can't feel a little reality, just like the youth we see in film and television dramas is contrary to our youth, which is not real. Only when the bloody reality falls directly on your face, will you see that it turns out that he is really in pain.

The second volume will be updated soon, and I believe that in the near future, you will see the same reality as the "Campus Chapter", which will be staged in the workplace chapter.

Thank you for your continued support for Pu Feng and "It's Still Early, We're Young".

Pu Feng, thank you!