Graduation

When the flow of years is a thing of the past,

When the past has been done,

When memories have become memories,

When the year has been trampled,

What else can we do today?

How can we do it?

When the sun is turning into the setting sun,

When the morning atomizes into a star,

When yesterday turned into tomorrow,

When time has been obliterated,

What can we know at this time?

How can we understand?

When hope turns into despair,

When the smile turns into tears,

When you become indifferent,

When feelings have been imprisoned,

What should we get rid of now?

How should we get rid of it?

When you don’t understand and don’t understand, you gradually become obsessed with knowing what to say.

When you meet face to face, friends slowly change to look strange,

When the initial appeal is slowly melted into a lot of money,

We know that we are no longer childish,

We know that we are no longer simple,

We know that we are no longer pure.

The original is still the same, the death is still gone,

We grew up,

We are mature.

-- I would like to use this document to give students and friends who share the wind and rain on my long road to study.

Yunding School, Siming District, Xiamen, Fujian, China: Huang Zongyi