Chapter 26 day of departure - don't say leave

Ilovetomato Senior year is like a death sentence. A third-year little brother always reminds me: "There are still more than 50 days." "When will you start selling books?" "Are you about to have a breakup meal?" "What are your plans for the future?" Whenever I hear this, I just smile a little, then raise my head, pretending to look at the clouds. I just want to go to class every day.There are no classes in my senior year, but I still want to take them.Once I went to a class on the history of decorative painting, the oriental art teacher with disheveled hair showed us brick carvings, and told us that if we study and study in a simple way, we will have solid results.In class, freshmen and sophomores were seriously discussing the picture of "King of Qin Fishing the Ding", water birds flying in the sky represent the majesty of the tripod or the momentum of King Qin.Another time, I went to a class in the history department, and I remembered the shy girl behind me, her expression seemed very familiar.I also saw two children sitting on the other side. They sat close together and hoped that the teacher would put them in a group.At this time, I heard a loud smile in my heart.I hate the way I am now. I seem to have experienced everything in college, understand everything, and don't care anymore.

I also want to go to self-study.I'm going to the fourth floor of Xintu.There are many beautiful skirts and long black hair. Their faces are hopeful and radiant, and they seem to be waiting for the admiring eyes of the boys next to them.They walk with high toes, and the "clack" of their leather shoes is very loud.I like to admire their backs and see the soft reflection of the sun on their faces. I still have to walk inside the school, ready to show others the way at any time.I remember when I was a freshman, in order to find Horseshoe Lake, and I didn’t know what the name of the lake was, I found the 7th Teaching and went there.At that time, I asked a sister, and asked her that there was a lake full of lotus flowers, and I didn't know how to get there.She said, then you come with me, and I will go in that direction too.I was very shy at the time, just followed her with my head down, and she asked me if I was a freshman.

I forgot what she looked like, I just remember that sister was so kind, kind like that lake with lotus leaves.Now, I can also show the way for others. But I found that when I told others the way, I always looked serious and sophisticated—"School 7, you go ahead and the second building from the right is there." "Department of Physics, Ahead." Not at all endearing.This frustrates me. Senior year, it should be a sad day, but I don’t want to do this, I just want to go back to the time when I was a freshman and sophomore, I can listen to the teacher’s teaching more, look at the kite in front of Xintu’s gate, and guide others .

Don't say "leave" or "graduate" okay?What good is too much sadness, what good is too much nostalgia? I don't want tears and snot.do not leave.don't want.