To graduation season

The weather in Changsha suddenly became hot until today. The intermittent rainy days in the past and the mixed bright and sunny days formed the main color of the whole graduation season. Speaking of graduation season, in fact, I didn’t really feel the approach of graduation until yesterday when the college held a graduation ceremony, students competed to take graduation photos and had dinner and drink in the class at night. Then, it is really about to graduate, just like a girl who finally agrees to fall in love with you and feels that she is really in love. After getting the degree certificate and diploma, the four years of youth really passed away, and then they could only sink in the Sea of Memories and slowly stir up little spray. Suddenly I also thought of Haizi’s poem: facing the big river, I am infinitely ashamed. I wasted my time and felt tired all my life. Of course, such a state of mind is not like parting, but as unpredictable as the boundless Whirlpool of the future. A kind of reluctant attachment and reluctant farewell, a kind of confusion and ambition, is probably like this. After graduating from high school, I suddenly realized that I just woke up. That kind of awakening is a little bit of darkness brought by the means of thinking about the three years of studying in high school and the college entrance examination. After waking up, he integrated into the vast world of the university. The passion and possibility of freedom led him to rise. But at this moment, after graduating from university, we will face a bigger world, a world with numerous mountains and rivers, which is complicated and strange. And I don’t think like when I was young: I can control the whole world. Instead, I think I should strive to survive, develop myself, and let the halo of life expand gradually in the years. The University raised me in this city: Changsha. The mountains and waters of the city, modern buildings and entertainment facilities, cold and warm weather and ordinary life constitute its edification to me. I want to describe it, but the words are the only ones, not like Paris written by Hemingway or Mao mu, nor Dublin written by Joyce. I just feel that in this city, I left my agitated and confused youth. This kind of time includes destruction and creation, beauty and violence, passion, sweat, acne, games, spirits and so on. The perfection of life lies in that when you recall it, you don’t feel regret. But this feeling is almost impossible, just like the regret that when you find a beautiful woman, you will always feel that her eyes are a little small or her legs are not round enough. If life is full of beauty, we will certainly be satisfied, but sometimes, it is really a mess and naked vulgar. During the four years in college, many outstanding problems still failed to be solved perfectly, many deeply thought questions still had no answers to comfort themselves for a long time, and many things still failed to be realized according to the ideal, this is the side of regret, which is helpless and self-sad. Therefore, I often dilute it with the beautiful side, such as those quiet reading days in college, the love between you and me, the time when I played basketball with my classmates all afternoon, and the continuous running away and traveling. Therefore, when recalling, the past is like a gorgeous butterfly dancing and dancing, and constantly teach yourself the truth of life. 18 to 22 years old is the golden age of my life. At that time, I believed that I could live vigorously, I believed in the justice and conscience of the world, and I believed in the existence of all good things such as tolerance, sincerity and pleasure. At the same time, I also felt that in the face of fate, I should really do something to obtain my persistent existence.

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