Pack your bags, drag your luggage and textbooks out of the school.

no one gives it or greets it. It's her university with a schoolbag and a box.

standing at the school gate, looking at the high and solemn school gate, remembering the scene of entering the school and embracing great ideals, the cold words can no longer pretend to be strong, tears like a broken flood bank, making the vision blurred.

I sat in the park and wept silently for an afternoon. Until it was getting dark, I looked up and faced the reality that I had to face.

I can't go back home. If I let my parents...