From the beginning of the school in mid-February to the end of mid-March, I gradually began to feel the pressure of further studies and the blind schedule brought by this pressure (the blindness here refers to the inability to perceive some things in life other than this schedule due to the increasingly regular schedule). Our school's traditional 328 spring outing was put on the agenda without my knowledge, and it was getting closer and closer. To be honest, compared to the four 328 activities I have participated in, none of them was as much anticipated as this year. Maybe it was the seemingly abstract spring outing plan arranged by our classmate Mr.J*, or maybe it was because I began to care more about the connection and friendship between classmates in high school.
I also like the division of classes for this spring outing. Class 1 of the previous term, like our class, also likes to play. Before I knew it, it was the day of the spring outing. I was very sorry that I was late, which made me feel guilty. After the small incident, we started this spring outing. Compared with the previous 328 forced arrangement of some results display tasks, this spring outing was purely playing with classmates, spending youth, and communicating with teachers... Every moment was very enjoyable, and every moment I hoped that time could stay here forever.
But as the potential corollary of the second law of thermodynamics describes, time cannot stop or slow down, and before we knew it, we were on the return bus. Thinking carefully about this spring outing, which was not long at all and could even be said to have ended in an instant, the meaning, value, or beautiful memories it left me with still echo in my heart today. Thinking about strolling on the tree-lined path with several teachers and classmates, thinking about everyone being free and easy in the most beautiful interpretation of spring, a warmth accompanied by loss surged into my heart. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled into the bus, and most of the students in the bus fell asleep. This scene in front of me reminded me of the return bus of 328 every time in the previous four years. Every beauty and carnival will lead to an end. Even though I know very clearly that these beauty and carnivals have left indelible marks in my mind, I still hope that this beauty can continue in every moment.
As for the reason for my loss? It may be the passing of time and youth. Even if everything seems full of hope and vitality now, these revelries will come to an end. Then let everything die at the climax, such as when you just start running against the wind, the second when flowers bloom at night, and the moment when all the lights are on in the evening. It cannot be reversed, so cherish everyone and everything around you.
