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郭同学,15岁
目前就读于江苏
Lost Track of Time
The leaves slowly fall to the ground with the chilly wind, blows away the flourish of the tree. They wave in the air, seems to tell the bitterness of leaving. Yes, farewell is never that easy, but our destiny is always pushing us to face the path in front. However, if I can, I'm willing to indulge myself in dreams and fantasies, never wake up.
Time goes back to the moment when the photo was taken. We were smiling, hoping the camera could catch everything inside this summer.
On that day, the light shone on the grass hazily through the shade of the leaves, and then shone on us. I never realized that three weeks was that short, ends in the blink of eyes. The wind mixed with the fragrance of grass, we looked at the camera, showed the pretties smile. The smile within the mature and childish - the sign of youth. The flickering light, the brilliant sunset, everything was so glorious.
Maybe, that's the farewell with smile we used to talk about.
First met, with confusion and panic. It was a rare fine day. We sat on the grass in the playground and had a pleasant conversation. The singing echoed over in the pure blue sky: "If some day we can't see each other again, I would keep your photo with me always. You and I, with the greatest smile, like the breeze in the spring. (I will miss you, Zhong Yixuan/Liao Juntao)" At that time, we didn't realize that the farewell was so hard.
Outdoor practice, with excitement and full of energy. The journey was sometimes drizzled, with the bustling city indistinctly appeared in the rain drops. We crossed the streets with our umbrella, with the sound of water splash under our feet. After a while, the sun always starts to shine with the exquisite British style buildings. We listen to the flourish ancient, wondering the history of London.
Before parting, with sadness and reluctant. We write each other letters in each other’s envelopes. Every sentence, every word, within the truest friendship in these three weeks.
"Right, can you draw me?" My roommate asked with smile. That night, with the faint light from the lamp, my pencil was softly swishing on the paper. Yes, farewell makes people helpless, but when I look at her golden hair, the only thing I want to do is to bring that most beautiful smile on the paper. "Good night." For one last time, we said good night and gave each other a smile that represented a good dream. For one last time, the lamp button was snapped, taking away the last glimmer of light of the dark night.
Leaving, with loneliness. I listened to the sound of a line of luggage dragging on the floor, as if it was expressing the ultimate reluctance of leaving. "One last look." I looked up at the teaching building for the last time, that’s the place where I pass through every day, but never had pay attention on it. The golden badge, looked magnificent still. I bowed my head and smile, with the reluctant of farewell. The light of sunrise, through the blurred sky, reflected on the ground. I took out my phone, trying to record this last moment. But all the movements were stopped by that: "time to go." Within tears, we ended this pleasant wonderful journey. Fortunately, I saw the last moment of the sunrise, as bright as smile. Goodbye, Headington.
Can we forever believe our intention in fifteen? Can the joy of fifteen continue? In the future, I will envy the simple friendship, but lost the confidence to believe "forever". However, doing crazy things for the first time, having friendships that cross the ocean for the first time, those memories don't change over time. The girls who like telling gossips, the boys who like jeering others, the memories about youth, stay in when the shutter is pressed.
Time always leaves a lot of things on us and meanwhile brings a lot of regrets. For many things, we were not meant to leave, but had no choice. But anyway, it's gone at the moment, doesn't means it will gone forever. Leaving always like that, without warning or preparation. The people who once appeared in my youth, no matter they forget each other when the time passed by, or meet occasionally, show each other a smile. The meaning of many things, the only thing brings no regret is that when we think back to our fifteen years old across the time, we can still smile like we first met. That’s enough for me.