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Time can change a lot, except for more and more nostalgia. Is it joy or melancholy that I am about to graduate? We are about to graduate. Unexpectedly, at this moment, this sentence would echo in my mind again and again. TIME witnessed my growth, but my young heart was still ignorant. Time was about to pass through the fourth year of college unconsciously. I stared at my lost shadow on the ground, which was extremely cold. Such a scene made me smile unconsciously. I just didn’t know whether the smile was joyful or bitter. Even I didn’t understand the unknown sorrow in it, it makes me defenseless. When the night fell and the lights were on, I walked aimlessly on the street with a dazed expression, which even made me feel a little strange. Inadvertently, I showed a shallow smile, then a shallow helplessness, and the shallow sorrow that the dim yellow light in the night could not hide. Maybe, like me, you will suddenly feel inexplicably happy, sad and at a loss. The sky is unpredictable and profound, just like our complex and changeable mood, sometimes laughing and laughing, sometimes silent. Time can change many people, and also can change many things, except for the more and more deep nostalgia in the heart. Once upon a time, we explored the strange campus together, sang military songs together under the scorching sun, went to the canteen to grab meals together, and couldn’t sleep in the dormitory late at night to chat and gossip, chat and talk, talk about dreams talk about hometown talk about so-and-so boys and girls, prepare lessons together, join clubs together, take seats together in the library, show yourself together, go out with partners, go karaoke together, get together, get together, get together, get together, go crazy together, let’s cheer for our classmates and friends, take part in CET-4 and CET-6, computer tests, and debate together. Everything seems to be yesterday, and it seems to be far away from us in a flash, becoming Strange is like a dream. All sadness and joy are the beautiful days we miss. Time has changed our appearance, our dreams and our view of the world, but our nostalgia for the past has never changed. Now, I still miss it very much. I miss every bit of the past. Sadness and joy all emerge in front of my eyes one by one. Those scenes that I was bored with and those moments that made me feel sick suddenly became extraordinarily beautiful and turned into a light yellow flower that I preferred in my heart; Those scenes that I liked before, the people and things I appreciated became more and more beautiful, which intoxicated me more than ever. The rain outside the window broke my memory and threw me to the ground coldly. The past that I missed suddenly turned into nothing from my eyes, all the warmth turned into a drop of rain and fell to the ground awkwardly, and the body was broken instantly. When I woke up from melancholy, what I faced was the graduation thesis I prepared everyday, the recruitment interview I had to deal with everyday, the resume I had to sort out everyday, and all kinds of exams I had to prepare everyday, I have to worry about my future work every day, which makes me feel uneasy all the time. We are about to graduate, and I am always at a loss every day when I talk about it in my heart. Time has changed a lot, except for more and more nostalgia. Once we played tricks on youth in mischievous ways. We were as happy as a child who had not grown up, and we couldn’t cry. However, in the near future, we will graduate. We have grown up. There is no doubt that we have grown up, and we can no longer pretend that we are still children. Every time I think of going to the society and Facing Tomorrow, my heart will feel pain inexplicably, shallow, but the pain really exists. Graduation gave me joy, but half of it was bitter, and there was also loss, along with inexplicable and shallow pain. After graduation, I felt frustrated. What I was more about to leave the campus and the timidity of stepping on the society. It used to take courage to grow up. We are about to graduate. The Voice from the bottom of my heart makes me clear sometimes and sink sometimes. The ambiguous air can make the floating voice from the bottom of my heart cold enough to form ice and freeze the fragility in my heart, suddenly I suddenly felt that life was no longer complete. It turned out that I was not prepared to blame myself for all this. It turned out that I lacked courage and was afraid of growing up. I also miss the sound of cello in the meadow. If there was something that seemed to come from the sky, I didn’t really hear it. I have to take a responsibility. I have to summon up courage to restrain my cowardice. I have to face tomorrow bravely. Everything comes from our graduation. The sound of cello is just a distant thing. There is no doubt that we are about to graduate. We always love moods, perhaps because we pay too much, it is inevitable to suffer from gain and loss. Sometimes, we always like to look at the future innocently, make mistakes and keep calm, and finally walk away irresponsibly. Maybe we are too scared of the future. I miss our carnival every night. Even after the carnival, what was waiting for me was endless emptiness and loneliness and unspeakable bitterness. Those times were unexpectedly stubborn and only knew silly smiles. Walking on the street which was about to graduate late in winter, he spread out his palm and found nothing in his palm except the slight chill. I like this cool and moving state, but it is empty without soul, which always makes people laugh and cry, and finally makes people lose themselves. The night wind roared low, the cars roared one by one, and the faint expression on the glass window flashed by without any ups and downs, indifferent, I was a little suspicious that the face passing by on the car window turned out to be mine. The inexplicable loss, the inexplicable thought nothing, and all the uneasiness was no longer entangled. I remembered the splendid smile I used to laugh in the sunshine when I was still a simple child, I never thought about what I would look like one day. It is true that we are about to graduate. I don’t know whether my classmates and friends still miss those bright classrooms, whether they will still think about sitting on the desks and chairs they once sat, and whether they will still miss the old time of playing together, will we come back to see the campus where we had a good time together? I don’t know where they are going, but I know we are going to graduate, and we are all reluctant. Nowadays, seeing the schoolmates and schoolmates on campus seems to be ourselves at the beginning; Those shy lovers on campus are carrying out the so-called hazy love at that time; Seeing those teammates sweating like rain on the basketball court, seeing those passionate cheerleaders, it seems to be what we used to be. Unfortunately, these have become the old days we have gone far away and will never return. The past is like the wind, gradually turning into a dream, suddenly appearing, and then suddenly disappearing. The smoke passing through was enough to make a person lose his soul. Suddenly I became ashamed and felt inexplicable pain in my heart. When the pain in my heart passed, I remembered the comfort in the long lonely days: it turns out that we are no longer pure boys and girls. Because, we are about to graduate, but I still miss those silly courage at that time. We are about to graduate. Xiao Yu drenched and blurred the campus, just like my current mood, there was a kind of sadness that everything was different from others. It seemed extremely calm, but suddenly I felt a little uneasy. The thin rain and fog, the hazy eyes like the fog in the mountains, the feeling of sadness and happiness, I suddenly felt myself like a strange tourist wandering in the campus. Thinking that youth has no horizon, thinking that we are going to graduate, I just stood there and was at a loss. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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