A letter to a friend of four years.
Whisper lingering time, gently playing shallow singing dimmed the fleeting years. Those ups and downs accompany each other's joys and sorrows, all turned into a paper cloud in this season.
Unknowingly, it was already early summer. Accompanied by thunder and the sound of raindrops, I remembered that I thought of time too kindly, in fact, otherwise.
Suddenly want to write something, to commemorate their passing four years of college time, take the opportunity to overdo their indescribable mood at this moment; suddenly want to say something, to remember their original lofty lost time and so-called youth. I don't know if it's the temperament in my bones, or if I want to stir up feelings in my heart?
Graduation thesis completed the heart is empty, graduation photos smiled and cried, graduation dinner gathered also scattered, no more courses. Want to sit quietly in the classroom to listen to a class, perhaps no longer possible, roommates and classmates one by one to pack up their bags and leave school, in order to work, in order to live, in order to their own future each go to the end of the world, go their own way.
Think of four years, we had noisy, laughed, wronged bit by bit, it turned out that it was our good time, everything seems to be human, instantly rushed to the present and instantly drifted away, back and forth. People and things that we didn't care about, even if we didn't say much to each other, didn't have much of the same words, didn't even meet, didn't graduate at the same time, but everything made us feel precious in an instant, after all, we had four years of friendship and alumni after leaving school.
One by one, they were sent away, silent all the way, watching all the way, listening all the way, half smeared with Yang, tacitly. Surrounding the hustle and bustle, more suddenly let the heart inexplicably increase sadness, heart gap, all over the world difficult to say, can only squeeze out a few awkward smile hanging on the face, shake hands and hug, wish each other "well", can see their backs away, the car window in each other's eyes tears, endure almost break through the last line of defense in the bottom of the heart burst out, waving goodbye, the train left, the mood finally collapsed. Maybe, three or five years we meet again, maybe some people we live apart from each other and never meet again. Thinking of this, he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
Send them away, go back alone silently, body and soul are not in the same line of defense, inner sorrow and sorrow bit by bit jumped to my heart. Dragging lonely body alone back to the familiar campus, campus, students as usual lively, busy as usual, all this is the carnival before graduation, as yesterday for the future is not too anxious about our own, I saw our shadow at that time on their body looming, everything as if nothing had never happened, but everything has happened, we have pain, all this really in our hearts left red marks.
Deep foot shallow foot to move back to the once warm bedroom, familiar people are no longer, once lively space has long been cold cover chilling, those clean empty beds, impressively eye-catching, the last trace of strong heart fled. Remembering the past dribs and drabs, loneliness and cold breath eroded every nerve and capillary of the body, the feeling of sadness is self-evident, the sadness of leaving is hard to escape, there are classmates and friends leaving, there are also the oppression and deep worry of running around for life tomorrow.
Empty room, as their empty heart, usually used to lively, do not feel how abrupt and unusual life, all people really leave, only to feel that we have been together for four years, time really fast, in the blink of an eye four years has been like fingertip sand, with the wind Yang extinguished, perhaps because before you can not see parting, together with time also go slowly.
Growth brings us more and more clearly visible pain, parting is not just talk, sometimes enough to make people heart-rending. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like evening among the silent trees.
Keeping the night, always want to find a time, take a good look at the so-called flowers undefeated and spent together in the rich years, stranded in the memory of time and space, accumulated into today's rush to leave, fade into a paper cloud skyrocketing thousands of miles in the sky. Unbroken thoughts burned the sadness of parting, the night came too hastily, the wind came and went in the street, and the four years of college time passed silently in a trance.
The winding water flows, the sea steps on the song, sings a section of a feather clear dust, until the song ends. Standing in the street windward position, I feel lost, I hope after parting we are all well!
Author: Lone Star Chasing the Moon
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