Every year in May and June
is the season for graduation,
when you feel lost and helpless while rushing from one job fair to another,
when you have to choose between taking the postgraduate entrance exam and studying abroad, and spend countless sleepless nights reading and studying,
when you rack your brains to finish the graduation thesis and feel anxious during the graduation defense,
when you have the last all-night chat in the dorm,
when roommates who spent days and nights together go separate ways.
I am in Beijing, you are back home, the guy on the upper bunk went abroad, and the guy on the opposite bed went to the western part of the country.
It is the moment of sadness when you pack up your luggage.