This morning, our third group left infy campus for Delhi. Like the last two times, from every second of this see-off, I can see the reluctance overflowed their tearful eyes, I can see the friendship grasped by the shaking hands. And I know it's inescapable for me too.
The seed of our friendship was planted two hundred days ago. And under the infy-climent, it has grown up. And it is becoming bigger and bigger with its root deep enough to reach the bottom of everyone's heart. At this moment, I want to say that I don't regret to be here, I gained a lot, not only technically, not only physically, I mean, more than that…
"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same. " I am not the same with you.
轻轻的我走了，
正如我轻轻的来；
我轻轻的招手，
作别西天的云彩。
那河畔的金柳
是夕阳中的新娘
波光里的艳影，
在我的心头荡漾。
软泥上的青荇，
油油的在水底招摇；
在康河的柔波里，
我甘心做一条水草
那树荫下的一潭，
不是清泉，是天上虹
揉碎在浮藻间，
沉淀着彩虹似的梦。
寻梦？撑一支长篙，
向青草更青处漫溯，
满载一船星辉，
在星辉斑斓里放歌
但我不能放歌，
悄悄是别离的笙箫；
夏虫也为我沉默，
沉默是今晚的康桥！
悄悄的我走了，
正如我悄悄的来；
我挥一挥衣袖，
不带走一片云彩。
