Another summer is coming.

It seems that I can list every summer of the 11 years and when they left.

And this year is coming soon.

11 years ago, the flood and escape started, and the summer was full of joy. There were friends and family districts that were familiar to me and scenes of playing with them. Although we reject fear and complain about its heat, we enjoy its joy. The arrival of autumn is its end.

Ten years ago, I could not remember the poplar tree at the end of the summer. After hesitating for a long time under the tree, I made my final choice, and my family's life changed. I still remember the small room rented near my hometown County Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. it was autumn. Now, ten years have passed.

It has been skipped for many years. I have read the books in my cousin's cupboard for a long time. Idle, idle, basketball court, grandma's illness, basketball court. Every summer seems to have been so fast that my arsenal has no sources of gunpowder. Followed by the basketball court and Internet cafes. It was in high school. My cousin lives in Middle School for a limited period of time every year. Until the summer vacation of the year of the first year of high school, the ten days were unforgettable, but it seemed like a month.

Fantasies and authenticity, as well as the confusion of no medicine to save. With short summer.

In the summer when I finally finished my middle school career, I celebrated and cheered with my classmates. I had a drink string, rode my car in a small county, and filled my QQ group with water. Until the university starts.

I don't feel much about college summer. I just stayed at school.

It is the last year of the student's career (if you do not study), and this year is no longer in school. Foreign internships, new things, new people, and new feeling of summer, although 24 hours of air conditioning in this office building has no feeling of summer.

And this summer is over again. We can't miss it, we can only move forward.