A few days ago, I saw friends talking about the years they missed in the circle of friends on WeChat, and those things suddenly reminded me of those stories with you. Bit by bit, touched my heart, so I picked up a pen and wanted to write something to tell you.
At the beginning of the story, I talked about the girl with a backpack, a blue denim skirt and a pair of beige sponge cake sandals. Yes, as you all guessed, this is me three years ago. I remember that on the first day of reporting to the school, the first person I met was a policeman. I still remember that you wore a striped Mickey Mouse casual dress, a solid color hairpin, a pair of glasses and a capable spirit. I remember the first sentence I said to you, "What a coincidence, everyone is a foreign language department. Let's go together." ..................... I remember at that time, accompanied by my mother who helped me with my luggage, and your parents. That day, we walked along the school's Wenxue Road, the boulevard around Moruo Lake, until Fanglin Garden. You wrote your name on the paper, and I wrote it next to you cheerfully. Naturally, we were assigned to the same dormitory ..............................................................................................................
Then, of course, I got to know you later, Fei and Ying, who are as close as sisters. For the first time, I met Min who felt particularly ladylike and gentle, and the sweetness that floated away after saying hello at the door of the dormitory. Speaking of which, these are my first impressions of you. For the story development, please see below.
The first semester of college was hurried and full. It was the first time I left home and lived alone. I thought I couldn't adapt, and I would miss my family and feel depressed. However, the development of the story is beyond my expectation. Of course, how can there be no surprises in youth?
At the beginning of the story, in the first scene of the university, I started a new life like most people around me, participated in the student union election like them, insisted on regular self-study like they did in high school, adapted to the new life like them, and enjoyed the pride and honor brought by youth.
Time stirs intoxicating hair and wanders in the long river of youth. Years, with passion and laughter, are more beautiful.
The sunset lengthens the figure of youth, and we walk hand in hand, walking through the rings of time and stepping over the thorns of time. So, we quietly passed the good times of sophomore and junior years.
in those days, we went to class together and had dinner together. In those days, we ate breakfast in the morning self-study together and were late together. In those days, we met the overbearing housekeepers together, wrote an apology letter together, and celebrated the apartment call together. In those days, we even had a fire together and experienced an earthquake ... In those days, we laughed together and were sad. Even if there were quarrels, misunderstandings or contradictions, they turned into symbols of mutual existence at the moment of graduation, which have been printed in our minds and become lifelong memories.
speaking of which, is the story over? No, of course not.
Three months ago, when graduation approached, we got together again. We talked about each other's new things together and were busy preparing our papers for graduation. Once again, lie down all night and talk about the future. I still remember that a few days before parting, the night before I sent Ah Jing away, everyone choked up. Although it was only a month or two, the words at that time were vague now, perhaps they were spoken in a hurry, or perhaps the words were swallowed up by the tears swirling around the eyes. The only thing I remember is that it was late at night, when you, me, her and our reluctant face ...
Later, we graduated. Speaking of which, maybe you think I have finished the whole story. Dear, please read on.
For us, graduation is not the end, but the beginning of another story. I remember those days, you who stayed with me for three years, you who talked about me and nagged me, and you who helped me celebrate my birthday every year. In those days, thank you for walking with me.
although we are just passers-by in each other's lives when we recall crossing the border, I will never forget the days when we walked hand in hand.
I still remember that you encouraged me to write for the first time, and then I wrote essays, poems and essays, but I didn't have time to write our stories.
just a few words today, I just want to tell you my thoughts and concerns. I hope that after many years, we can still remember each other and the beautiful days we have passed.
I'd like to write this article to my dear ones. May you stay young and cherish each other!
Wen/Yi Nan