starting point

Before dawn, the breeze was blowing, but I also felt a little cool. There is still a trace of the charm of the night on the secluded maple avenue, sitting on the bench, quietly feeling the tranquility of this moment. As far as the eye could see, there was no breath of the past spring, and a sad meaning emerged from my heart.

A few days ago, the school was in full bloom. From a distance, the trees are full of touching powder. The breeze blows, and a wave of flowers comes with it. With the gentle wind rolling on the bright red plastic runway, it gathers together from time to time to form a pink vortex, which is intoxicating. Now, when I look at it again, the patches of powder have long been replaced by new red shoots, leaving only the remnants of flowers on the ground and the fragrance that still penetrates into the nose from time to time. Although it is a new life, it is also a feeling of floating flowers. The original prosperity is long gone. No matter how warm and touching the past was, it is just a remnant of flowers all over the ground at this moment. Just like us who are separated, we are always separated when we come together.

sighed invisibly, and the faint sadness that lingered in his heart could not be dissipated. The past, with it.

In September, on the golden campus, we met. The immature and curious faces show infinite expectations for the future. We have entered a new class and ushered in a new starting point. From acquaintance to acquaintance, maybe it was sweating together during military training, maybe it was staying up all night fighting together before the exam, or maybe it was just laughing because of looking at each other again and again in class...... We have long established a deep "revolutionary" friendship. I don't know when, the tacit understanding quietly came. The smile that is silent in the eyes, the teasing that raises the eyebrows, and the progress of joint efforts. Countless times, this collective has ushered in glory. Countless times, we have been moved. Countless times, we have cried, laughed, gone crazy, tired, and fought... We have no regrets, and we are not afraid. Because, you are here. Finally, finally, the students on the group photo in front of the door still have to enter a new class, meet new classmates, and have their own future past. It's just that now that the flowering season is approaching, we are also about to separate...... Thinking about it like this, my heart became heavier and heavier.

When I came back to my senses, my heart was still empty. Got up from the bench. It's not too early, and it's time to put your mind away and go back to class. But before I knew it, I walked to the alumni forest. Among the laurel trees, the bright yellow of the trees is dazzling. It is a spring flower that is blooming vigorously, and the flowering period of the spring flower is relatively long. As soon as spring arrives, I can't wait to smile. Now, that little bit of fresh green has quietly popped up, but the bright yellow is still half a cent. Looking at it again, I can't help but see that there is a budding begonia in front of me. The pink buds hung all over the branches, one by one, like a group of shy girls, bowing their heads and smiling secretly, just waiting for the day in the future to suddenly bloom, showing their beauty and envy everyone. It turns out that the flowers are not defeated, and the people are not gone.

The begonias are blooming, and the cherry blossoms are not far away. After the cherry blossoms, there are magnolias, after the magnolias, there are lotus, after the lotus, there are osmanthus, and after the osmanthus there is the plum...... Although the flowers have a period, they can never bloom endlessly. I seemed to feel a little relieved. Maybe it's the same with people, just like in "Spirited Away", "Life is a train to the grave, there will be many stops on the way, and it is difficult for someone to accompany you from beginning to end." "Some people say that in life, it is better to know than to use. It's better to use it than to be happy, it's like a road, you think it's the end, but in fact it's another starting point.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth overflowed with a smile. So, why not start with a new beginning? Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of the eager but incomparably moving orange red in the east. It was as if it was impatient to break through the shackles of darkness and jump out of its encirclement. Eventually, it was gradually spreading towards the sky, and the morning sun was climbing upwards little by little. In the end, the light is shining and the dazzling is shocking!

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