Time is like running water, and the teenagers in the past are no longer young, have faded and become mature. After living in the university for half a year, I entered the beautiful youth campus step by step. The cold wind blows, leaves fall, and trees, roads and buildings remain the same. Looking at the tallest gymnasium, I thought of the commendation meeting and cultural performance that had been held there. The girls who performed were all eye-catching. We also saw the weathered basketball stand and some broken rubber ground, where we used to sweat and smile. Just remember to walk, walk on the road I have walked.
At this time of the year, senior one and senior two are on holiday, and only senior three are still sticking to school. I approached the classroom and looked at my classmates. They were all writing on the desks. There are five-year college entrance examination three-year simulation, 48 sets of tall counseling books on the desk, and the blackboard newspaper is also covered with slogans and countdown to the college entrance examination. They are yesterday's us, and now we are the future self they yearn for. As an experienced person, I just want to say to them, please cherish the last high school time, which is really the best memory in life, so pure and true. Although senior three is also like a mountain, with sweat and tears and starlight accompanying the dawn, it is precisely because of the hardships that it is even more unforgettable.
On the way to the second floor of the third year of high school, I saw the gardenia tree, which used to be in front of my window. I thanked him for sending me the fragrance in the breeze when I was studying hard, which made me relaxed and happy. The season when gardenias bloom in the coming year is the season when schoolmates graduate. In the warm June, gardenias bloom for them. At this time, I remembered a poem I wrote before: "Gardenias bloom as clean as jade, and the campus smells fragrant." When the school starts again next year, it will be the first. "In my heart, I wish the students in No.1 Middle School more brilliant in the coming year.
Looking at the first and second floors, the corners of my mouth rose slightly. At that time, I, a little boy in white, liked to sit by the window, like the feeling of sunshine on the desk, and like to look at her in the corridor opposite the fifth floor. Her smile and long hair fluttered. After a long time, I used to sit by the window and look up at the fifth floor, even if she was not there. This is a happy loneliness. I met her at an absurd age. Maybe I am just a passer-by in her life, but she must be the most brilliant flower in my youth. I thank her for making my youth colorful.
Strolling through the campus, I suddenly feel that my alma mater is so beautiful. It may be that I left in a hurry before, ignoring a lot of scenery, or it may be a memory, which naturally appears precious.
It's time to say goodbye again My alma mater, where I have lived for three years, has my youth and dreams. The leaves withered in the cold wind, and the dreams in the soil bloomed in the branches. ...