Yes, those were the years we walked through together. I have never forgotten to appreciate the scenery around me. On the path we once walked, I am grateful for your company. In those pure white years, we painted blue dreams together. We studied, strolled, and waited with both anticipation and fear for exam results; during the days before the college entrance examination, we looked up at scraps of papers fluttering from the upper floors, releasing stress and emotions along with them... And there are people you surely remember as well: the elegant and admirable Teacher Xu, our homeroom teacher Old Zhou who often nagged yet left a deep imprint on our hearts, and the history teacher who debated with us...
Yes, there will never be another period in life as pure as senior year, when everything revolved around blue dreams. Along the journey, there will never be another us, so simple and pure. Looking back, even the dullness and bitterness carry a sweet and warm aftertaste. Whether or not my footprints remain in the sky, I have already flown.