There are no ifs in life, only consequences and results. But there are often many people who miss the past, miss the days when everything seems to be changed as long as we work hard, when we miss the sad or happy days, the indescribable taste in our hearts, I am afraid that only we will understand.

I miss high school, but I actually miss my own story. In the movie "The Year in a Hurry", it is said that everyone has a youth, every youth has a story, every story has a regret, and every regret has its youthful beauty.

Just like at that time, we always like to do things that hurt each other, and then it takes a long time to regain our goodwill, but this is our entertainment at that time, and we always stubbornly think that we are not willful now, and when will we go back in style?

As a result, we feel like the devil's claws for the repeated words of parents, teachers, classmates and even roommates, self-righteous and not serious, but time has given us seriousness, so that in the end, we feel the beginning, only know if.

When everyone says: classmates, be rich and noble, don't forget each other...... At that time, we really thought that we could go forever, and those words, like the pain of lonely people who don't know that they are lonely and deceive themselves, think that they already know them well, and then find out that they hold a lot of secrets, hidden in the deepest hearts, and then these are the reasons to run, smile, and cry.

Everyone passes by in everyone's world, and just passing by, it's beautiful, and we miss it so much.

I miss my hometown, and I don't have the nostalgia in the afterglow, but I also have a sadness of leaving my hometown. When we were just born, the first place we came to was this land that loved us.

When we gradually embark on this road of no return, leaving is always inevitable, without the spring and autumn of our hometown, without the familiar streets of our hometown, without the delicious food of our hometown, without the warm support of our hometown, without ...... There was nothing left, nothing but strangeness, fear and confusion, and loneliness that had never been thought of.

At this stage of ours, it is the best time of youth, we have a few more responsibilities and maturity, that is, at this time, we miss our hometown more, and that mysterious attraction beckons us to return in the bottom of our hearts.

The road to my hometown, I don't know how many times I have walked in my dreams, my parents at home, I don't know how many times I have missed us, and I don't know how we have passed to our partners from all over the world.

Nostalgia for youth is the warmest memory of everyone who has come over. The most memorable, the most reluctant, and the favorite will probably be the university.

There are seniors in bachelor's uniforms shooting around, juniors in the study room to take graduate school exams, sophomores sweating to review the final exams and grades 4 and 6, and freshmen chasing the teacher's ass to ask the teacher to mark the key points, eager to get the coveted credits.

There are still seniors who drop wine bottles and miss their youth, juniors who look at their ideals and hesitate, sophomores who play the glory of kings all night, and freshmen who talk about QQ and videos on one person and one mobile phone.

That's who we are at the university. In addition to this relationship and days of struggle, there are also a group of stupid children in the third year of high school who swear to rush here, dreaming of coming to the university to create brilliance, but when they leave the university, how many people have fallen into depravity and don't even know themselves, how many people regret that time is like an arrow, and how many people are injured physically and mentally exhausted and can only use wine to drown their sorrows.

What the university brings us is not only learning, but also how to behave. Remembering every person, every place, and all of these things that have been with us these days will leave a mark on our lives.

Because I know that I can't meet again, I can't touch it, I can't go back, so I miss it extraordinarily, this heart-filled nostalgia, suppressing the stars in the sky, and I can't twinkle for a long time.