当一群人为了进入梦寐以求的学府,在6月的考场上苦苦奋斗时,另一群人已修完四年学业,跨出了大学宏伟的大门。一边是热火朝天的憧憬,一边是朝花散尽的伤感;一边是花团锦簇,父母长辈恨不得捧在掌心呵护,一边是离愁别绪,昔日同窗追着火车泪流满面。四年的点点滴滴,浸润在离别的气氛里。我曾经以为那已经是很久远的记忆,是我早已结束了的青春过往和年少无知。离别的日子在漫长的等待中到来,想到其实每一年都有这样的毕业生,而每一年我都没有想过他们如何熬过最后的日子,看来今天也没人能分担他们的感伤了。女生哭得梨花带雨不说,许多男生也泪水满眶。 When a group of people worked hard to get into the dream school in June, another group of people had completed four years of schooling and stepped out of the magnificent gates of the university. One side is in full swing in the longing for the side of the flower is exhausted sad; side is a flower, parents and elders hate holding in the palm of care, while the side is distressed, the old classmates chasing the train burst into tears. Four years bit by bit, infiltration in the parting atmosphere. I used to think that memory is already very old, I have long been over the youthful past and young ignorance. Farewell days come in long wait, think of actually every year there are such graduates, and every year I never thought how they got through the last days, it seems no one today can share their sentimental It’s Girls cry cry pear rain, many boys are full of tears.