I decided to move out of the dormitory these days and rent a house outside. I told several roommates about it briefly, and also explained it briefly to some friends.
No surprises or more questions. The students around me are used to it. After all, I used to run around. Hangzhou, Africa, Shanghai, Guangzhou and other cities have become the places where I spend the most time. Now I just moved to Beijing, so it's a small matter in life.
But I always feel a little different.
Before traveling, the school was always a place that could shelter me from the wind and rain, with low cost of living and rich spiritual life.
This resignation means that I graduated early.
In fact, I have long been out of place with campus life. Just enjoying the warm land of the school, in fact, "the appearance is close to the spirit." I have no lessons, only my own career, projects, study and life.
Graduation is imminent for me. I won't give up, but I also know that if I am greedy, I will never grow up.
At this distance, I have to do my own thing. Students go abroad to study and work. The content of concern divides our connection.
On the contrary, the project partners I got along with soon became familiar with me.
In financial colleges, few graduates are workers, let alone entrepreneurs. I am like a migratory bird moving northward, out of place with a large group of the same kind. Fly with your own persistence.
Graduation is good. Just like the delivery date in futures trading, I will throw you out of the market regardless of profit or loss. Let you see the achievements of the past four years, make the next choice, and continue to build positions? Or leave to find another world.
If I have to be precise, I am in the graduation stage and the workplace is not full.
I still miss everything here. Even though there are countless proverbs, the article tells us: Be a quiet adult.
Bah, I am quiet on the surface, but my heart is full of emotions.
I didn't do much lyric and farewell ceremony. Although I feel more and more that the sense of ceremony is an essential milestone in my life. But there are so many things to do to realize my dream that I have to seize the time at the end of the year and break one by one.
But as usual, I have an appointment with my buddy to play basketball. It's just that if they don't fight, I'll fight myself.
As usual, I went back to the dormitory and told my friends what I thought. And talk nonsense to each other.
I still have some friends at school or going abroad soon.
I seem to be still at school?
I seem to have left?
I am in it, with a clear goal and a little sadness.
Later, most of my memories were related to this project, my ideal and my ambition.
Loss is part of your death.
I saw the hazy sky on campus in the morning, and an orange-red line separated the sky from the dark house in the distance.
People rustled out of the dormitory, rushed to the canteen, and then flowed into different rooms.
Or follow the crowd into the subway.
Winter starts here and ends here. It suddenly occurred to me that in my junior year, on the night of winter solstice, everyone got together to make a package for jiaozi. Everyone sat around and watched jiaozi take shape and put it in a pot to cook.
Winter can also start from here. It turns out that winter gives us different meanings in different growth cycles. There is escape, reunion, dormancy and separation.
Four years, in a blink of an eye, turned around, and the fantasy disappeared like fog.
There are still many tangled complexes, which are difficult to describe in detail and to say safely. A little carelessness will cause flash floods.
Fortunately, I finally chose a time to finish the last unfinished article.
Even the language of this article is like a rotten tail.
I should be able to tell you the feeling of being at arm's length. But it's not clear yet.
I just keep talking to it. Dialogue. Dialogue. The dry and hard soil has sprouted.