Graduation of poetry and prose

The lake is your eyes, your dreams are full of stars, your mood is a legend, waiting to grow up is an eternal door of fallen leaves, there are a group of dear people in childhood, spring is a trip, graduation is a complete departure, all books are bought at a low price, and together with the past, the white-haired old man is an era that has ended in a hurry, and all the past events are dusty. Plus, today, I was caught in the calendar with ants, and I couldn't say goodbye. I am looking forward to those lingering eyes falling into the black hole of time and space. Maybe the night before dawn will be dark, the stars and the moon will be tired, and there will be no hope of dreams. Perhaps the dawn will gradually rise from the horizon, gradually reflecting the radiant light, the fading wind and the eternal oath. Over and over again, those eternal vows, over and over again, we all have a real and sad face, holding the sunshine in our hands, and we look at the distance gently, day by day, year by year, will we sing our wishes again when we grow up, and will we sing our wishes again when we grow up! Graduation or farewell to youth Zhu Beihe is like a free breath suddenly deprived of oxygen, and it is like a blue sky covering its wings. In July, the heat flow surged, and our tears were surrounded by reluctant parting. The sadness of gardenia blooms gracefully in the most secret heart, like a string of throbbing wind chimes jingling. When the soul is tired, thoughts invade. A worry that had been tightly enveloped by Huang Shoupa slipped from the fingertips to the ground, and love or friendship suddenly fell apart. Every fragment is an intolerable sigh. The girl in your heart is a lovely look in the guest book. For her, you wandered around the firefly window at midnight and overheard her roommate's praise for you. The yearning he designed, the fantasy of hitting the water, fighting swords and traveling around the world, swept away all the ghosts in the world, but was later hit by reality. Our lush years have withered in a little knowledge, leaving only bones jointing and growing wildly. Sadness permeates the ivory tower, squeezing away the extra time, and the memory keeps flying and drying up as the hope of the next life. My pale narrative, trying to ruminate on the past, awakened the boat that had been suffocating for a long time, fell away and sailed into a heavy heart.