-to the students who have experienced ups and downs together.
What should come will come, and once it comes, we must face it. -inscription
June is so real and cruel, just like a dark cloud, with the momentum of "destroying the city and pulling out the village" We are in the city, busy resisting the temptation outside the city and preparing for a rainy day. In those years, those things, those people, were sadly considered as free gifts from God. So I got used to it, then became indifferent, and finally I forgot …
Do you remember those vague years?
The diffuse fragrance of flowers, drizzle, nauseating sandstorm and falling snowflakes lead us through the accumulation of those years to the darkest moment before dawn. Looking back, if we lost something, if we gained something, we thought that saying good night would satisfy our dreams, but we were awakened by reality afterwards. They can only go all out to the distant battlefield. There are not a few people who abandon their helmets and armor and escape. What they give up is not only the right to struggle, but more sadly, giving up is a betrayal, betraying their own efforts and enjoying the opportunity of the future. How can we make those long waits dissipate instantly? Here, it will not be the final destination, and of course no one regards it as complete liberation. The past of those years will eventually pass, just like that swift river, frivolous things seem to be floating all the time, while heavy things are the first to settle down. Let's make the memory of those years thicker and remember it. ...
Do you remember those things marching vigorously?
The deep words in the classroom, the passionate cries on the playground, the deep voices of boys and the gentle whispers of girls all recorded those things. We always take pains to look back and stop, just to see how colorful plots develop, how the plots are connected in series, and how amazing the ending is. At this time, the past will sweep us away like a flood and be washed away by the current all the way. Through the four seasons, across the mountains and rivers, across the bright wind and sad rain, around a circle and back here. I don't know what to say, about my heartache, about my thoughts, about my memories over and over again. But tomorrow will come, and the wind in June has already blown the flowers. ...
Do you remember those people who are getting closer and closer?
Are the people and things that we thought we would never forget really forgotten in the process of our obsession? Maybe we should go our separate ways. We haven't tasted the bitterness of parting, have we? I can't see what I want from the strange and indifferent face that I hurried by. But you let me see, see the long lanes at dusk, see the slender green fields under the scorching sun, and see the stone forest in the bustling city. See the back running with a schoolbag, see the scattered smiles on the bicycle, see the sadness and joy that are clearly extinguished, see the impermanence of the full moon, see the four seasons, see the birds and see the most prosperous years!
One day, I will pack my bags again, set out with you, see the mountains I have never seen, walk the water I have never walked, and squander my inexhaustible youth to commemorate the commemoration I will never remember. ...
In those years, those things and people were really a gift from God, but we need to repay them, be grateful and remember them.