Fang You, six years old this year, has an innocent and lovely appearance but a mature and steady heart. He was attending the first graduation ceremony of his new life, standing in the most visible position in the choir, his back to the adults who came for the ceremony, conducting the children's choral performance.
[Countless days and nights]
[Spent here with good friends]
[Laughter and tears, time and again]
[How many times have we caught cold here]
[Goodbye to our kindergarten]
[The yard where we played together]
[When the sunflowers bloom again]
[We'll be backpack-toting elementary school kids]
The melodious and slightly melancholic graduation song emerged from the young, tender voices. Apart from the light and pleasing enjoyment, there was also a sense of regret as to where the time had gone and how they had grown up so fast without sufficient time spent with them.
"Wuwu..."