Do you like to keep track of time? Those tedious times, those small ones.

I remember that year, outside the car window were one majestic mountain peak after another, thick and green. I sat there by the window, with the joy of yearning and the confusion of the unknown. It was supposed to be a familiar hometown, but I never set foot in it.

And this time, I'm going to live here alone, away from the harbor.

I remember that it was August 5th. For the first time, I saw a school with average reviews, and it was very broad. The hollow-shaped teaching building, the small tower-like office building is gray and gray, refreshing and depressing. The football field has just been renovated and can still be officially used, the plastic grass is still turquoise, and the runway is also very bright.

Today is the day of the entrance report. It was still early, and the school gate had not yet opened, but many parents and students had already gathered at the door. Although it was still morning, the sun was very dazzling, and I was a little dazed in the sun.

After receiving military training clothes and arranging off-campus accommodation, my mother returned home alone. I was packing my bags in the residence, where there were a lot of freshmen, all from different places, but most of them were local.

None of us slept that night. Although it was the first day we met, we seemed to have a lot to say, like a group of old friends. Although we didn't sleep well, we still got up early the next day.

From that day on, we worked hard to adapt to the new environment, waking up early and going to bed late again and again.

Time is in a hurry, and I don't know when we were still freshmen that day and became the seniors in other people's mouths. Batch after group of freshmen repeats our life that day.

It was an ordinary day, but it was an unusual twist. That day we leave familiar places, familiar people. We yearn for the unknown, but we are afraid of the unknown. But so in that case, we will all have many days to come.

After that turning point, some people will go to the good, and some people will not know where to go. Life is like this, you keep walking, but you don't know where you will go.

One day we may forget, we may regret, we may resent. Who can we blame for having our feet on ourselves?

There are some roads that must be taken, but where does it end? The answer is ultimately in our hearts. Maybe I don't understand it now, but one day the answer will pop up.

Don't care, remember a time that is important in our lives, like our birthday, our parents' birthday, and the day we lost......

You don't need to write it down on paper, it will be disgraceful.

Have you ever seen a twist? It's not a person, it's not a path, it's not a choice, it's a life: "My life!" ”