It is always said that graduation is far away, and in the blink of an eye, they will go their separate ways

"Do you remember tomorrow the diary you wrote yesterday; Tomorrow, do you still think about the you who used to cry? The teachers can't remember it, you can't guess the problem, I..."In July 1998, we were about to graduate, and some of our classmates had already found good jobs, while most of them had to wait until they went home to find a job.

Our current class of graduates coincided with the reform of the country's economic system and abolished the graduation package distribution system.

As a result, many committee trainees (referring to an education and training method in which colleges and universities are entrusted by the education department to train students on behalf of them according to the candidates' wishes, and return to their hometowns for employment after graduation) are even more distressed and sad.

I was one of them, and I reluctantly packed my bags in the dormitory and got ready for the next morning to take the bus back to my hometown, a rural village in the mountains.

After my last supper in the school cafeteria, I dragged my tired body into the dormitory. The whole dormitory was empty, and I was the only one left, and I seemed even more lonely and lonely.

July is even hotter and muggy. I lay on the ceiling facing my bed and felt melancholy and sadness.

The four-year college life came to my eyes, time passed like a white horse, fleeting, and before I could react, in a flash, the three-year college life had come to an end.

Looking back on the past few years, there have been joys and tears, but no matter what I have experienced, I have continued to grow and mature in these colorful experiences.

At least I still remember the joy and excitement when I first stepped into this beloved school in my freshman year, and at the same time, it was accompanied by the freedom to transition from high school cramming education to university academic style, everything was at a loss and helplessness based on personal planning and adjustment; In my sophomore year, I began to shift my focus to professional learning, and I still remember that I participated in the club of personal interest. When I entered my junior year, I began to think about my life plan, whether I would work or go to graduate school...... In the past few years of college, I am very happy that she has accompanied me through many days and nights. In a daze, I heard someone calling me.

It turned out to be the dormitory manager's hoarse voice with a hint of sadness. Say to me that someone is waiting for me downstairs.

Since she joined the school as a dormitory manager, she also can't remember how many batches of students she has sent away to graduate and leave the school.

For her, we are used to leaving. I walked down the stairs, in fact I only lived on the second floor, and I don't know why I walked for a long time to get to the first floor.

I got to the door on the first floor and saw her sitting on a basketball hoop in the playground from a distance. At this time, I would love to see her, but I was also afraid to meet her.

I can't afford to lose my relationship for a moment. I walked over slowly, and she stood up and said, "Tomorrow, we're going to be separated, why don't you go to work with us?"

She is a girl in our class, and everyone calls her Ah Xia. Ah Xia, two months before graduation, went back to the cigarette factory in their county to participate in the recruitment examination and interview and successfully passed.

You can go to work after graduation. On the day I went to take the exam, she told me that she was going back to their county town to take the recruitment exam, and asked me to go with her.

I refused at the time because I felt that I was excellent in all aspects of school and would definitely find a better job or that the school teacher would help me recommend a good unit.

However, when I graduated, it was still far away.

"Oh, you go back to work first, I'm not going, besides, the cigarette factory in your county is also full, and I can't find a job if I go"

"It's okay, I heard my brother say that you still have to recruit a group of training cadres, and then you go to take exams and interviews, you are excellent in all aspects, you will definitely be able to." Even if you really can't find a job for the time being, I'll help you rent a house in our county then, and you can live there first, okay? ”。

After I listened, I didn't speak, I kept thinking, whether to go or not, to be honest, she was very nice to me, very good.

But I still don't want to go to them. How can I, a big man, be supported by women, and I don't want to go to their place again.

I belong to Jiangnan, Jiangnan Water Town. It's a city north of the Yangtze River, and I can't eat the steamed buns and steamed buns there.

She said to me

"Let's go to the river together" (the school we attended is on the Yangtze River), I subconsciously followed her until I left the campus and walked to the river.

The surface of the Yangtze River reflects the colorful lanterns on the opposite bank, and under the drive of the wind, there are ripples like fish scales, one after another, flickering mischievously.

However, because it is full of extravagance and waste, it is inevitable that people will have some greasy feelings about this scenery.

I walked along the Yangtze River with Ah Fu, and the wind blowing across the river from time to time made you feel a little cool night. The distance between us and us is getting closer.

Maybe it was the hormonal impulse of my youth, and suddenly my heart beat faster and my lips were thirsty. The beating heart needs her soothing, and the thirsty lips need her moisture.

But he still suppressed his inner turmoil and uneasiness.

"I'll take you to the train station tomorrow morning, and then I'll take the train home." I said to her. She didn't speak.

I turned to her

"Are you cold, although it is summer, but when the wind blows by the river, it also feels a little cool." She could no longer control herself, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"I can't bear you." I walked over, took her hand and said, "It's okay, we can still contact each other by letter after we separate." Suddenly, she threw herself into my arms, choking at first, gradually crying, and finally crying loudly.

Her tears instantly soaked my clothes and slowly soaked into my body. I couldn't control myself anymore, hot things flowed out of my eyes, I desperately tilted my head and let them flow back, but it didn't work, they all fell to the ground, my heart seemed to be torn apart, no, not torn, it was crushed, crushed like powder... I hugged her tightly and slowly waited for each other to moisten with my parched lips.

When I kissed her, she responded enthusiastically, as if she was going to swallow her. She didn't follow my rhythm, and deliberately controlled the kiss to the category of tenderness and sweetness, which is the kind of sweet kiss of an inexperienced boy and girl---- although sweet, it has nothing to do with madness.

Slowly, we calmed down, less intense, like a train that slowly stopped.

We were in sync, hugging each other gently, our lips rubbing against each other like water, and our eyes smiling slightly at each other, full of sweetness.

Let the hustle and bustle of the river wind and waves be lively. We hugged quietly by the river, like a pair of teenagers in love for the first time.

My clumsy and restless hand was eager to wrap around her. As my fingertips fumbled, I felt her hairs gently erect on her shins.

I was lost in the healthy heat that gripped little Haze like a summer day. Let her stay here, let her stay here...... As she threw the sleek apple core into the furnace, her young body, her unashamed, innocent legs and round ass, ran over my nervous and scheming knees.

Suddenly, a mysterious feeling came over me...... The time spent together always flies so fast, and I really want to let time stay in that moment forever and make that moment eternal.

In fact, we all know that as long as we are separated, we will slowly talk about missing each other as time goes by.

The butterfly can't fly in the sea, it's not that it doesn't have the courage, but that there is no waiting on the other side... I thought that butterflies could not fly over the sea, but I thought that butterflies did not have the courage to fly through the sea, and many years later I realized that it was not that butterflies could not fly over, but that the end of the sea had long been gone......

"It's almost 23:00, we have to go back to school, or we won't be allowed to enter the school gate," I said.

"Hmm", we walked towards the school together, although there was too much reluctance, and at the same time there was too much helplessness.

We walked all the way, neither spoken, and we didn't know how to say anything to comfort each other. Soon arrived at school.

"I'll see you off tomorrow morning." I say.

"Hmm" the next morning the moon is blurred, I quietly send you away, from then on, there is a tearful little star in the sky looking forward to your return.

When the train flute is pulling, whose thoughts are entangled with the rails, the bumpy time is gone, the days of waiting have begun, and it is an uncertain cycle of separation, I use the tears after turning around to flashback, I don't want you to go, when the train starts, our clenched hands, slowly from the staggering of palms, into the contact of fingers, until separation, I follow the moving train, running, chasing, slowly the train becomes smaller, until it disappears in front of my eyes.

I couldn't control my tears anymore...... Before the time of parting, it seems that I can't taste the difficulty of parting; When it was time to part, I thought of the difficulty of saying goodbye.

Hundreds of millions of chances, my girlfriend from college, when will we be able to get together on campus. It's hard to say goodbye when you meet, and it's even harder to see each other when you're easy to meet.

It turned out that the first encounter of youth and ignorance was for today's free and easy parting.