Campus is like the moon.
Hanging high in the sky
Look at her.
It's like seeing infinite light.
My heart is full of yearning.
After school,
The campus crowded into my heavy schoolbag.
I love her and hate her.
Taste her.
It's like exploring in the forest
Makes me happy and confused.
After graduation
Campus is like an espresso.
Full of fragrance
Taste her.
The aftertaste lingers.
I don't want to cry.
Now
The campus is finally stuck in the picture of my beautiful life again.
Anyway; anyway/no matter what/ in any case
It's like
Hold high the ideal sail,
In that direction
The fiery red sun,
fly
youth
Xi Murong
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.