There are soft tunes on campus every morning. I have heard most of these tunes, which are mixed with quietness in my familiarity. I really enjoy welcoming a new day in this way, and I can rest unscrupulously in a slow pace. I don’t know why every time I step on the Bluestone Road beside the big banyan tree, all the emotional images are like a stream in the mountain, flowing from head to toe, and no one can escape, raising his head unconsciously and looking at the sky, it turns out that the moon stars look so beautiful, even more beautiful than those in animation. Therefore, the similar and strange roads that have been passed have all come out. Whether I am a petty bourgeois or a sentimental person, or a delicate and artificial person, I can accept all of them. I just see some irrelevant withered branches and yellow leaves floating, like a butterfly, floating to my heart; I just want to stay through the branches and leaves for a while when the sun is still very gentle. Although I don’t know what I am looking at, I love it very much, and I like to sit in the classroom and take photos outside the window, even a Green Road, a row of old houses and a barren mountain. I think I can buy a camera in the future, and I can take photos of all those I love and miss and make them into a collection, so that I won’t forget, because I am always worried that one day I will remember nothing. I think from birth to now, from accepting the first memory to breaking into obsession, I have understood something about love and chasing. Like it is just a feeling, just like the falling leaves, painful and beautiful. Occasionally, it was like a flood, and the surging and surging came back to be tragic; Sometimes, it was like a sad song, quiet and silent. After wandering here for so long, I really want the world to let me have a vacation, let me travel around, let me relax, and be myself without scruple. I don’t want anything and don’t do anything for anyone. As for chasing, I think that is probably a kind of belief. When standing at the starting point, it seems that the dream is at the foot. You only need to try your best to cross it, and when you stumble through half of the journey, but I feel that it has gradually become far away. Always feel a little tired in wandering, tired like a wild flower blown by the wind. Total in reflection original spirits where have, how just 1.1 points out. Maybe I just need to be an experiencer, have a good feeling, let it go yesterday, tomorrow, just come.

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