People are still coming and going on the road every day, and we are still in a hurry on the road, but our mood has changed a little.
I dare not expect time to stop a little, but I can only miss it with reluctance in my last days. I don't know what the future will be like, but four years have passed in a flash, and many fragments of life have flashed in a flash. I tried to capture one or two of them, but when I tried to capture them, those fragments became blurred again.
After all, we will no longer be drifting bottles at sea. Four years ago, we drifted to this sea together. Now, we are about to own our own land. When I walk on the road, those strange faces on the road seem to become familiar. The same teaching building as in the past, and several poplar trees in the open space in front of the building, all make me feel particularly cordial. Every time I open the door of the classroom, several computers look at each other there, making the empty classroom seem a bit deserted. In the past days, everyone was busy looking for a job. After a while, everything here will be very different.
I spend most of my time in front of the computer. No matter how boring the silent days are, no matter how hard it is to go to work early in the morning. Everything is the taste of life. Busy days make people tired, but when I struggled to find the information I wanted from the Internet, I still smiled knowingly. Many days, pain, laughter, all the way. Maybe four years of life is not perfect, but after all, I don't regret it. Some unforgettable people, some unforgettable things, come to mind at a certain moment. I have never complained about anything, but I clearly remember the 60-year-old Peking Opera performance artist who came to our school to give a cultural report. When she answered what she felt most in her 60 years of life, her answer was "ups and downs are also a kind of wealth."
From the dormitory to the classroom in the morning, the air is full of the fragrance of the earth. Perhaps our fate will also enter the spring of life after this, because of the moisture of a spring rain.
I went to the canteen to have a meal, looking for the feeling of just entering the university. I once again walked down the aisle that I had walked over and over again. Although it has been several years, the feeling has not subsided at all. Time always goes by unconsciously, perhaps it is its never-ending footsteps that make us meet so casually and naturally in a post station of life. Everything is so kind and harmonious that I can't express my feelings at this moment accurately in words, and I don't know how to express them.
The hour hand always reminds us that the day of parting is drawing near. Walking by the river on campus after dinner with an old classmate, that kind of feeling surrounds me more and more. After all, they will stay in this campus for another two years, and we will choose to leave in the near future. I was tired of staying on campus that day. When we came back from a day outside, it felt like we had just entered the school gate for many years. Whether it is called "ivory tower" or anything else, the campus is a campus after all. In the past four years, the library has been my most familiar place. When you go downstairs, you will always see the sculpture of the thinker, then walk up those steps and walk into that door. The sound of turning pages countless times is a long-lost touch. I just haven't been there for nearly a year. After many years, I wonder if I can get that feeling back. That feeling has accumulated into a brand in my heart.
A complete mind was torn to pieces of memory. In the evening, the party in the University Art Square was full of youthful performances, which made me see the passion belonging to young people. I haven't seen the show for a long time. The melody of music releases the power of the soul. Many times, I want to rush up and dance with them and move freely together in freedom. People will come and go on the road tomorrow, and tomorrow will be busy again. In the days when we are leaving, we can only cherish the short time in front of us and let it slowly precipitate in the memory for future memories.
I don't know how far and how long the road ahead is, but in the last days, I seem to hear the sound of a flower opening. Four years have not been wasted. I'm leaving soon. Now, in the near future, everyone will bless each other. In the days to come, whether to the left or the right, we will go all the way.
There is not much embellishment, and there is no need for too many words. All the expressions are a bit redundant. Traveling all the way on the train of years, the scenery on both sides flashed by. Maybe when we leave, we will forget the horizon. Anyway, no matter what all the experiences are, these four years have calmed me down. Noisy and quiet are slowly sinking, and what comes up is a true portrayal of life.
Looking back on the morning four years ago, the day when I first officially walked into this gate, I just walked along with the crowd. I was naive at that time, and now I feel very funny myself. Repeat those monotonous and necessary actions over and over again every day. Walking through the corridor, walking through the window again and again, and the joy of meeting friends. In the depths of my memory, I will think of those tall and dancing fatong, those fountains dripping with water. I like a quiet and warm atmosphere. I will never forget, right here, in a snowy winter, taking a group photo with my classmates. It's all a landscape in memory. When I think of this, I will think of my four-year university.
Colorful campus life
As for the campus, I think it is a learning world that we are no longer familiar with. Some people say that learning is a very boring thing, not to mention boring campus life. But I think learning is a happy thing, and campus life is colorful.
Our pottery teacher is approachable. As soon as we have a pottery class, our faces glow. It's cold in winter, so it's not convenient to have a pottery class, so we have a class. Once, the pottery teacher drew a picture for us to see who could connect these small houses with a straight line. As soon as the pottery teacher finished painting, the boys in my class shouted, "Me, me." Teacher Tao called a classmate up. Unexpectedly, he froze in front of the blackboard. It turned out that he was shouting and couldn't think of a solution at all. Now he is called by the teacher. After he stayed there for a few seconds, he seemed to have thought of a solution. He started to connect, but in the end one didn't connect. Still puzzled, he touched his head. Then he said, who added it? "At this point, the whole class burst into laughter. Later, the pottery teacher asked several students to do it. At first, everyone was confident, but in the end, there was one left. The pottery teacher said that everyone who didn't answer the phone would perform a program. So they all performed a program. After that, no one dared to rush up. We all drew on the draft paper, attached. But we can't even come out. The girls looked at it. After a long time, the boys began to whisper to each other. After this situation lasted for a few minutes, a trembling male voice disrupted all this. It turned out to be Chen Fei, an interesting singer in our class. He said that he had figured out a solution to the problem, so he went up to connect. But in the end there was still one left. He just needs to perform. He started singing, and we all tried not to laugh. But when he looked at it, when the action was too rich, we couldn't help it anymore. Everyone burst into laughter. We laughed our heads off and our stomachs hurt so much that we cried. All this puzzled Chen Fei, and she couldn't sing any more. This situation lasted for a long time. After that, we began to think about this problem again. The classroom still echoed with laughter just now. It was really touching for three days. ! "The whole class was in an uproar. This question has taught us not to be confused by superficial phenomena. Sometimes the answer to the question is as simple as that.
On one occasion, the school held a basketball match. But we don't know the first game. The teacher asked us to line up for the basketball court. We didn't know it was a basketball game. When we heard that it was a basketball game, we were very happy, especially the boys, because they could fly on the court again and shuttle between basketballs. The first match is against Class One. The boys in our class underestimate Class One too much. They lost by one goal. Maybe it's me. Perhaps the opponent is too strong, or bad luck often follows, leading to the failure of the next three games. It leads to our lack of confidence in the next game. This led Mr. Liu to preach to us before the last game, adjusting our players and inspiring our confidence. On the court, our players are radiant and try their best to grab the ball and throw the ball. Come on! "Our talented woman He also made up a slogan called" Class Six, Class Six, Forever Brilliant. Hero, hero, you are the best. "With our joint efforts, we finally won the final victory. Teacher Liu, our head teacher, is also very happy. Before going to school, she gave us another lesson. Teacher Liu suddenly said that Li Meng in our class is very careful and helps our athletes. He prepared it in Li Meng. I think I am introverted. I dare not give them napkins every time I prepare them. I always ask He Li Meng to bring it to them. No wonder the teacher misunderstood.
Campus life is tense, busy and hard, but it is also full, happy and colorful. I love my campus life and agree with 295| comment (1).