What's it like to graduate for twelve years?

I graduated 12 years ago, and I always come here every few months to have a look. Unfortunately, I never talk. Actually, there is no one I know here. They are all schoolmates. I just want to have a look here. The following are my most passionate four years. I have been happy, lost, failed in the pursuit of beauty, romantic, hurt many girls and been hurt by others. I was hit on the head with a bottle by an old rascal in the central district. I have a very good brother. I took four make-up exams in one semester (I was asked to make-up exams more than five times when I graduated, and I couldn't get a degree certificate), and so on. All the details, including the mood at that time, are vivid now. Twelve years, I am 34 years old. I have a family, a pair of children, my own career and my favorite car. I have taken root in Shanghai, a city with great pressure for survival. My wife is also a lake worker. I was her first love. I am already satisfied, although there are many times when I don't want to come out. I really envy you when I see all kinds of posts from my brothers and sisters. Although you have your own pressure, the best youth belongs to your present. I wish you all the best. You have gone through your youth, don't leave too many regrets. No matter what the result is, you have your own and different best memories.