At that time, the sky was always blue, and life was always too slow. You always said that graduation was far away, and in the twinkling of an eye, each went his own way.
That cicada more than summer, I quietly turned back to the door full of stories to say goodbye.
There is no grand difference in graduation, just in a quiet afternoon, like the usual home after school, but never come back.
Its summer when we come and its summer when we leave. A test paper, a graduation photo, were gone.
The message book full of graduation messages, the sunset in the evening, the Cape of the wind, we red eyes, this is the best of us, unparalleled in the world.
I used to think that school uniform was a constraint, but later I realized that it was the most carefree day. On that day, we went home from school as usual, but never came back.
Then say goodbye! And the desk, blackboard, playground, canteen, and the last gust of wind blowing through the classroom corridor, and the youth that cant go back.
Later, all the sunset I have seen is not as beautiful as the evening sunset I study.