The three years of high school have passed away in a flash. It is a period of breaking free from shackles and saying goodbye to youth. It is the beginning and the end.
I vaguely remember that on the night of graduation, the classmates who were at the same table cried like a child in front of me; in the street late at night, another boy kept asking us to wake him up. The KTV around the school was extremely lively that night, the roaring throat inside was venting, and the wanton flowing drinks were watching all of this. Just like the same time last year, the characters have changed, or excited, or upset, or crying, Tears and emotions are always unavoidable.
The same table is a local. At the end of our high school career, our position was lined up by the teacher. The circles are different, except for talking in class, the rest of the time is not good to play together His girlfriend is in the class next door. The two have known each other for a long time. Low-key and stable is my view of their feelings. I study separately on campus, and I rarely see them walking side by side. , But the eyes of the two people when they touch each other are gleaming.
I forgot the specific festival. On the eve of the festival, the same table suddenly took out a bottle of stapler needles in bulk from the bag, and pressed them with nails one by one during the self-study class and the end of get out of class. The loving look was placed in a carefully prepared bottle. He said there were 1,314 in total, with flowers and kneeling.
I have been busy for several days without stopping. The nails of the two thumbs were broken by pressing the hard staples, and the frequently contacted part in the middle has been sunken. He didn't ask others to help. He did everything by himself. When the last one was ready, he excitedly told me that his eyes were wide open and he was very excited.
I don't know how they broke up. We went to sing together that day. Several private rooms were ours. I was in another room. Suddenly someone asked me to come and comfort him. I walked over in a daze and watched him crying in the corner alone, with a lot of tears and nose. It is rare to see a guy who is more than 100 kilograms crying so sad.
After asking him for a long time, he choked up and told me word by word that they broke up because they were destined to not be the same university.Want to start another life. I didn't understand, pretending to understand, and swearing at him while comforting him, thinking that this would make him wake up. However, his shoulders were still shaking, like a dam opening a catharsis.
On the street late at night, a companion is unhappy for the same reason, but they are from the same university, and the reason given to him is to let him wait for a few years. If she has no boyfriend after graduation from university Just stay with him again. We feel very uncomfortable, because we know what we have done to each other in school and bravely went to the same university. However, not all the efforts will be fruitful. When we were young, we always regarded our emotions as vigorous love. .
He asked me to slap him severely. I definitely refused such an unreasonable request. After repeated requests, I still slapped him. After all, I can't refuse such repeated requests. He said that he played lightly, and fight again, my little universe, on the spot, he gave out his full palm. I don't know if he woke up or not, but he went to the soldier later. When I came back, I would occasionally drink and talk about the girl of the year. He just smiled and said nothing. I think it must be my palm that produced the effect. Looking at my right hand, it really made me proud.
Goodbye, the runway of the playground, the endless test papers, the physical education teacher who we didn't see a few times that year, and the canteen where we would always complain about a few dollars.
We ran into the distance, but it did not mean that we erased all traces. Graduation is a new beginning, not just the end.
I still remember the long stretched figure on the playground track, the bottle of water at the end of the sports meeting, I think we are just running towards a new beginning, just as beautiful as the sunrise.
I still remember the little friends who drank on the playground, one by one, but the greenness at that time could not hide the smile in the corner of the eye. I remember the Internet cafes that year and the cake shop next to the bank, which was a place we used to often go to.
University is a new beginning. I am waiting for you at the university, waiting for the familiar figure, your shadow will stretch in the sunset, we walk by the river in the university, you are here, I am over there, Your shadow stretched to my feet.I will take you on the new runway, in the library, in the boulevard.
Work hard, hard work is to meet better.
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