Written to the graduating seniors

Four years seemed to have a long dream, only to open my sleepy eyes to find that the catkins had already flown away, and then to see if the campus had become as strange as freshman year? Looking at the traces left behind, I had long been in no mood to proofread these crushed footprints. A series of accumulations have long been indistinguishable. The distracted eyeballs must be looking at a memory. The shadows of the trees seem to be playing with the emotions of the past

May day. I always feel that it is changeable, in this season when the catkins are flying, they are always annoying like snowflakes, the lazy figure can not withstand the tearing of the wind, can only go with the wind, sometimes it will break a pool of quiet, it is facing the season of parting, and it is even more disgusting to people.

The wind is still blowing gently~~~~

What is lost cannot be recovered, but the good news is that we can always grab its tail, make it the object of its content, and begin to reveal its own weaknesses, all about the distress of the season. Actually, it should be said. From the moment I entered this campus, I was ready to leave after four years, but tears were used as a kind of reluctant sustenance. When we laugh the brightest, it is nothing more than to leave ourselves in the film with a clearer and clearer appearance, but it is also the moment when we are most afraid of losing happiness and laughter.

The days are running out little by little, and everyone is pulling the reins back, trying to save something, so what is the best ending? Although it is over, it also begins to be torn apart, evading, and a trace of anxiety and unhappiness for the future is as if it were just a simple emphasis.

Some days are always exhausted like this, and the most accurate time we know is the dawn when we open our eyes and the darkness when we close our eyes, with busyness, preparation, and confusion in between. Looking up at the starry sky, only a few dots dotted with the blue night sky, just silently staring at us.

The dormitory began to be messy, even though there were thousands of reluctances, after all, the four years of college were coming to an end, perhaps from the moment we stepped into the university gate, the student days came to an end, and we were no longer immature students. I often wonder why our identities are suddenly changed at some point, isn't it a bit cruel? I don't want to change it, but I can't do anything about it.

Rows of tall canopy trees, familiar scenery that can no longer be familiar, do you have to say goodbye one by one? When a person walks quietly on the road, the noise of the past is still there, but why is this moment calm in the heart? People are at a loss. When you hear a song, you will think of the whole summer, have those sour and sour walls been left on the mottled wall?yours, mine, he always wants to find an excuse to find some traces, which can be regarded as a kind of psychological comfort. Memories that poured out like film seemed to wake me up, and instead of dwelling on the past like this, I should joyfully welcome the coming moment, add a touch of color to my loss, and present another scenery on the canvas.

With the catkins of this season, perhaps I understood the sadness of May, stepped on the bus at the entrance of the university, got on the bus, and went back and forth, which was another semester; I got in the car, I didn't go back, and I graduated.

Looking at the graduation and departure of the seniors, Weiyang has a feeling in his heart, and there is still a year to go, and Weiyang will also graduate and leave, to youth and to the future

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