Ten moments are equal to one thought, ten thoughts are equal to one snap of a finger, and ten snaps of fingers are equal to one wave.
Four years, come and go, a blink of an eye, a flick of a finger, an inadvertent brush with each other.
How many four years in a person’s life can be squandered? How many more four years are worth cherishing?
It’s the graduation season again. Before I can completely get rid of yesterday’s ignorance, I am unknowingly pushed to the crossroads of farewell. I had no choice but to wave goodbye without thinking about leaving. The most unbearable thing is to see the sorrow of separation in person, and now the separation is in front of you; the most unbearable thing is to have a vague memory of the past, and everything appears as if it was yesterday. Everyone has a strong heart that can accommodate hundreds of rivers and support the ship for thousands of years; however, it is so fragile that it cannot even bear the pain of separation. At the beginning, I fantasized more than once about how happy I would be when I left. It wasn’t until that day came that I touched the most fragile string in my heart and realized that I actually didn’t want to leave. Perhaps, what I have gained in these four years is success, failure, laughter, and tears. In fact, they have the same name called growth.
Four years end in the most beautiful season of summer, just like the most beautiful ending in a fairy tale, always bringing people the loveliest hope. The brilliant blooming of summer flowers is vaguely like the happy faces of you and me yesterday, like the brilliant fireworks blooming in the vast starry sky at midnight, reflecting the most beautiful scenery that you and I have encountered during our short journey. The green shadows are whirling, like a dreamy floating light, and a white horse passes through the gap. An inadvertent turn around is already yesterday.
Four years, it’s like a dream. The sadness of parting will always hang in the sky in June, but there will always be sunny days after the gloom. Today's separation will be the beginning of the next reunion. Maybe many years later, looking back, you and I will be moved by a casual moment today. Memories are not just sour tears and emotions of separation. Just like the wine of time, it always becomes more fragrant with age. On the road of dreams, there will always be different scenery. There is no need to stop, let alone linger. Only after blowing away the yellow sand of the years can you pick up the true gold of life.
After many years of separation, we may meet again. Now is the graduation season, do it now and cherish it.