Three years is like a long and silent dream. Years divide dreams into two halves, half color and half black and white. When the fragrance of gardenia pervades the garden, the dream wakes up like this, so thoroughly, without any drowsiness, and we graduate like this …
I once naively thought that graduation was far away, and I always hummed mercilessly: looking forward to holidays, looking forward to tomorrow and looking forward to growing up. Dreams are quietly peeling off under my ignorance and ignorance. Flowers bloom for three years and grass is green for three years. I often sigh: I just went to high school yesterday and graduated today. Spring flowers and autumn moon flow like spring water, and they are easily understood, just like an octogenarian, watching the years grow old with his eyes open.
Near graduation, I asked a classmate: When can we meet again after graduation? A year? Two years? Ten years? Or forever? For a moment, we were all silent. Although our hearts are far apart, the world is very big. We haven't seen each other since graduation. Lying in bed, watching the shadows projected on the ceiling by the roadside of the school, stretched by thoughts, watching the dim and old corridor lights in the damp corridor, teetering with the mood every sad night. I just lay quietly, lying quietly like a corpse, waiting for my bed and loneliness at night, moaning night after night.
Get up early every day, wash, and then rush into the surging crowd on the school road to start a new day. The monotonous pace of life is like a chain that is firmly tied. In this round trip, I forgot that there was a deep sky above my head, a vivid scenery behind me and a group of lovely people around me. And all this came into my dim and empty eyes after the college entrance examination. I have been lingering, just like the old roots of the ancient city, and I don't want to go anymore.
My brother said that the full days of senior three passed quickly, just like the sand in my hand, fleeting. Lights out in the dormitory. Let's go crazy and relax together. They like to do some high-intensity exercises with me, and do push-ups with me 1000,100, 1002 ... while the one next to them sticks out one foot: cock up, start over, and keep doing 1000 times. Stephen Chow's story was imitated to the extreme. After that, they felt their bulging muscles, clenched their fists and crossed their chests: Look, muscles. Am I willing to show weakness, just like them, pointing to the ribs: look, the ribs. They also have a kick: go to hell. Then, I wiped my head full of sweat on them, and the result was another "beating".
After the English exam, the five of us went to the streets and wandered aimlessly in the street. At this time, I suddenly found that the street that I once thought was so long was so fast. Although the goods on both sides are still beautiful and the crowds are still bustling, things have changed. When I reached the corner, I looked back in a trance and suddenly felt a shake in my heart. The street that I thought was familiar has become so strange and boring at the moment. We sat in Jinkoufu store and served a table full of dishes, but all changed their usual styles, and no one wanted to move chopsticks first. We all know that this may be our farewell dinner and the last meal for our brothers, but we are all silent, but our eyes are a little wet. When we walked out of the shop, the lanterns in China had put on gorgeous evening dresses for the whole town, and the neon lights flashed one after another, but we looked up without seeing the long-lost stars, but looked heavy and lonely.
After the college entrance examination, I went back to the review classroom that night and looked around, over and over again. Looking at the world surrounded by night outside the window, the wind has been blowing, but it can't blow away any panic. Although the pleasure of cutting a big watermelon with a small knife is unprecedented, although there is a smile on her face, it is difficult to hide the sadness of crossing her eyebrows. The group photo has fixed our smiles, but not our fickle hearts. The chorus just kept passing by, making the originally restless heartstrings beat more and more violently. I was very drunk at the graduation party. I sang so hard that I lost my voice. I want to keep drinking like this until I get drunk, so that pain and nerves can be anesthetized together. I will keep singing like this, singing all the sadness, singing all the prosperity and singing all the roots of pain. Dragging my tired body with two other students, I felt a little drunk and stumbled towards Xijiang. Jiang Feng blowing aimlessly, flapping red cheeks, blowing clothes, turned around. I don't know when my eyes began to be soaked by cold liquid again, and the streamer lights in Jiang Bin Park flickered. Meteor across the deep blue, the stars chose eternal silence. I leaned against the railing, and the marble was so cold.
Suddenly, it became so bright.