Passing by your world, I am just a passerby after all.

"We passed by each other and walked with each other; we made a vow to keep in touch, but when we parted, we quietly drifted away and became strangers."

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When the road forks; when the river flows through the estuary; when the two-dimensional line becomes a three-dimensional surface; when the unyielding wind breaks through the barriers of the mountains. Those former colleagues will eventually part ways and go to their respective places.

Yes, we passed by each other and walked with each other; we once promised to keep in touch, but when we parted, we quietly drifted away and became strangers.

Yes, I passed by your world, but after all, I am just a passerby.

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After graduating from college, those who had gone crazy together, laughed together, chatted together, and ate and drank together were like dandelions blown away by the wind. Scattered in all directions, scattered in different soils. Some people return to their hometowns and become teachers; some go to the capital to start their own Beijing; some get graduate degrees and continue their studies; others choose to stay in this familiar city and start a new life...

After graduation, the most beautiful and innocent campus group life is gone. I slowly began to learn to eat alone, commute to get off work alone, bear stress and grievances alone, and taste the taste of loneliness in the lonely night.

Before graduation, I naively made a vow to keep in touch. They even agreed to buy a house in the same community in the future and send their children to the same school so that they could become good friends. However, reality is reality after all, and those innocent vows are just a kind of paralysis in our ideal life!

After graduation, we were scattered in different cities and engaged in different careers. The passion we once had is like the aroma of old wine that has just been opened. It will slowly fade away. Evaporate and fade.

There have been several times when I noticed in the content of the WeChat chat that I didn’t understand what you said and the feelings you talked about, and I wasn’t even interested in what I said. You also don’t understand the feelings I’m talking about, and you’re not interested in them either. So, slowly, the conversation between each other turned into politeness. Although many times the topic of chatting is still reminiscing about the things that my colleagues have experienced in the past, but if we talk too much, we will also feel that we only talk about those few things? So, slowly, I lost the motivation to chat.

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We passed by each other and walked with each other; we once promised to keep in touch, but when we parted, we quietly drifted away and became strangeness. And what accompanies growth is the "pain" of separation again and again.

A person's memory is like a city. Time corrodes all buildings, turning high-rise buildings and roads into desert. If you don't move forward, you will be buried in the sand. So we burst into tears and looked back step by step, but we could only move forward. Perhaps, growth is like what Zhang Jiajia said in "Passing Through Your World". After all, we can only part ways lightly, and we can only move forward alone.

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On the road of life that is getting further and further away, some people have left, some have come, and some have always been there.

Don’t think about it now that it’s gone. After all, we are just passing by each other's world. After all, we are just passers-by in each other's world.

Here comes the joy. Thank you for being able to meet in each other's world at this moment and enjoy the joy of walking together at this moment. As for whether we will continue to travel together in the future, no matter what, just live in the present!

It is always there, cherish it. In the vast sea of ????people, it is a kind of fate to pass by each other's world, and to be able to walk together all the time makes this fate even more precious. Just do it and cherish it!

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Yes. I once passed by your world, I was just a passerby. I wonder if you still remember me?

E.N.D

The 100th day of college graduation