I know time won't wait for me, so I try my best to embrace every minute of the past. I can't blame it even if it still slips through my fingers.
In this crazy and messy youth day, we drift with the flow and cope with this and that homework and exams. Pressure, like the sediment of the Yellow River, comes with the tide of the years. Ears are the words of teachers and parents, and the topics around us can never be separated from grades and rankings. At that time, I kept thinking that if time could go faster, we wouldn't have to suffer so much. But when I really looked forward to the last exam, I was not as happy as I thought.
Looking out of the window, the leaves seem greener. Maybe summer is naive. Rain passes through the cracks in the leaves, and it feels like hitting the skin, which hurts slightly. I realize that loss, confusion, vows, dreams, after the baptism of time, will become fragile and depressed. Think of those years when I sat on the red runway with my good friends and talked about the future. We are all at a loss. We don't know what kind of life awaits us, but we swear to agree with each other what the future must be like. I don't know if anyone will really remember these agreements in a few years, but I know that they may not be realized. Even so, there is nothing to regret. Because what I love is not the agreement, but the feeling of youth and fearlessness, and the years that have gone away and will never come back.
Time is like a galloping train approaching the station, from roaring to calm. I saw raindrops slapping the dust hard, gathering into a stream and slowly flowing down along the gap of time. Once saw us, running on the playground, afraid to look up at the last teacher. Stubborn long-distance running on the playground, walking, let the physical education teacher behind him shout and refuse to speed up the pace. There is also the finish line that we crossed hand in hand, and the shouts of classmates running on the runway. ...
One picture after another passed in front of my eyes, and the melody that I once sang together swirled in my mind. Give you a hug when you say goodbye. Say goodbye. I don't know if I will see you next time, or I will never see you again. These are all precious treasures in my life, even if life will eventually become a memory. But I firmly believe that some are destined not to be eroded or erased. The fragments of the past slowly add up to an absolutely beautiful old movie, and the mottled memories are the most wonderful.
I continued to recall the laughter and abuse in those days. And just then, I clearly heard the sound of the clock ticking. So I know that time has slowed down.