【College Activities】011+“Love in Those Days”+leileienn

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This post was last edited by leileienn on 2015-9-11 at 10:30. Just as one’s hometown is meant to be remembered, youth is meant to be recalled. When you have it, you think it’s worthless; once it’s gone, looking back, everything seems dim and faint. Only when we look back again on our youth we realize that we have grown up. Love that year: I had just entered my second year of college, and we were working hard to pass the Computer Level 2 exam. The tutoring courses for Computer Level 2 are all large-scale classes, with students from several colleges attending together. A senior who organized the tutoring sessions was a really handsome guy; he even looked good with his hair cut short. He always chats with us first, talks a bit, and sometimes shares some interesting stories. In every class, I sit in the far right seat of the first row, near the door. He* usually wears a white plaid shirt, with jeans as his pants. During our conversation, he said that in college, something essential is love – it teaches you to appreciate the beautiful things in life. Not long after that, I fell in love and met my first partner; it was actually a sad chapter in my history. Because he taught me many things and made me understand that loss is inevitable. Back then, laptops weren’t very popular yet, so we were used to going to the internet cafe behind school to surf the web. There was a funny show back then called Bad Luck Bear; it was a really cheerful little anime. I laughed exaggeratedly on the stool, and my foot hit the guy sitting across from me. There was a phone call; I went out to do something, and when I came back I found that a QQ account had added me. At that time, QQ did not have the ability to set permissions or block strangers. So we naturally started chatting. Since the dormitories are close to each other, we often run into each other when surfing the Internet. Sometimes we go shopping together or visit the park. I can remember us rushing into the fountain to play in May 1st Square, and I also remember how we played like frogs in Erjiu Park. . . . . . . And that’s how, gradually, we got to know each other better, and in the end, we became boyfriend and girlfriend. . . . . . . What happened next was related to preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam. The courses for the postgraduate entrance exam were taken together; he wasn’t good at studying, while I thought it would be nice to study at the same school, so I applied to my own university. The postgraduate entrance exams were over; he didn’t take them. And later on, just like many reasons for breaking up: graduation. Love back then couldn’t really be described as anything in particular – beautiful, youthful, and all sorts of things. No matter what kind of youth or love, it is worthy of praise. For many people, once the opportunity is missed, they become strangers. Believe in love at all times. “To Youth” —— She who once endured all the hardships just to spend a little time with her lover, she who wanted to preserve that relationship for eternity, could she have ever imagined what would happen today? When in love, one thinks that that person is the whole of one’s life; yet suddenly, upon waking from that dream, one finds oneself by another person’s side. Perhaps this is what adult love is like: it’s carefully weighed on a scale, you give me so much, and I give you that much in return. What we can afford to give is so limited; we can no longer afford to waste it or squander it. And where have we gone, those of us who, in our youth, failed to love at the cost it required?