How should the love of youth be described? Like the colorful glow on the horizon, the beauty is unattainable; Like ripples in the water, the ripples are slowly gone; It is still gentle and cool, bringing coolness, sweeping by the side;

Or maybe it's us across the screen.

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The two-week training is over, and soon, whether you like it or not, those who want to see and those who don't want to see may not see each other again in the future, or even contact again.

Is parting like this, always speechless, slowly walking away. It's a little sad, because it seems that there is someone I like, and I am going to leave and return to my hometown. Now the transportation is very convenient, and it is really possible to travel to the North Sea in the twilight, but there are some things, some people, and there is still no time to leave.

In the last class of the afternoon, the teacher did not give a lecture, and after he entered the classroom, he did not put down his backpack as usual, turned on the computer, cleared his throat and said, "Class!" ”。 Instead, he carried his bag and moved his chair to the middle of the classroom to sit next to his classmates, saying, "Cherish such a day, for many of you, maybe this is the last day of study and life." Most of my college classmates, most of them have never seen each other since they left that day, classmates, look at the people around you, such a sunset, such youth, just ......"

Everyone looked at their friends and smiled softly. Qin Ran's heart moved, and he used his mobile phone to take pictures of this moment, the last class under the sunset, the back of the teacher carrying his bag, and everyone's smiles. As the teacher said, it's just right.

I went back to the dormitory and packed my things, and tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, everyone will leave one after another. Tonight's self-study classmates are all here, not surprisingly, the counselor will also come, she will talk about the future, talk about the future, talk about what this short time is like for her, and then wave goodbye in the starry night, and never see each other again. In fact, it is like this, the teacher at each stage taught us what to learn at different times, and then walked away before the end, and we never saw each other again.

I don't go out of school tonight, in the dormitory, the old lady brother put up a long dining table, it is still Qin Ran and Lao Wang to connect, the boss is riding on the wall, smoking and turning down is still chic.

At ten o'clock, they seemed to be a little dizzy, Qin Ran didn't use his spiritual power to evaporate the wine, it seemed that it was also because of parting, and the wine, which was like water, was also extraordinarily strong.

Many, many people will never see each other again after tonight, and it seems that the person who just fell in love will not have any ties in the future.

The flowers on the tree are faintly blooming in the green leaves. In this summer, finding a four-leaf clover sandwiched between the pages of a book, picking up a maple leaf, writing down the language carefully, catching a cicada in the cool breeze, taking a group photo in the sunset, and writing a letter before parting, it is the whole summer, it is the whole youth.

The cicadas in the palm of your hand are released in the summer, and the four-leaf clover sandwiched between the pages of the book and the maple leaf written on the language are tied together with a string, and placed in the envelope with a photo of the sunset.

The letter reads: "Gone, in the days to come, it seems that there is no you, and many times it seems that if you say goodbye, you really won't see you again, so I won't say goodbye to you." That day, in the evening breeze, under the street lamp, the pink petals fell, floated on the tips of your hair, and smashed into my heart. ”

"Going away and growing up separately, in fact, there is nothing wrong with this, but there are fewer people, and it becomes not so good."

The maple leaf reads "Eat well, walk well, sleep well, good night." ”

Some people say that in this modern society where the North Sea is in the twilight, if you spread out a piece of stationery and write a letter, it may be the last love letter of the 21st century.

However, the four-leaf clover was still sandwiched between the pages, the maple leaf hung quietly at the head of the bed, and the sunset took a photo with the man, but before he had time to take a picture, the letter was spread out and closed, and in the corner of the desk, a thin layer of ash had accumulated.