With the original dream, peaceful coexistence with reality

I do not know from when, learned to hide the hearts of those who talk, in a hurried moment, secretly chewing, and then difficult to swallow. After graduation these days, like a snail crawl slowly.

Student time how good ah, we eat together not to fill the snack, drink not drunk wine, midnight, lying in bed chatting those who once wanted to get things, now is how do not want.

Can tear the time we have to face growth, only willing to after honed, but also to choose their own clock to stop, to protect the dream has been sworn, let it do not be crushed into the mundane fruits of reality.

In the blink of an eye another June, this year's graduation season, perhaps you will graduate from the campus, perhaps you have graduated several years, perhaps you have graduated for many years, can only rely on the text to recall the campus life more and more far away.

But no matter what, I believe that youth and dreams will never graduate. The years are long enough for us to move on to any place we want to reach but never reach

With the original dream, peaceful coexistence with reality