I dare not expect that time will stop for a little while, and 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 by, and many fragments of life have flashed in an instant. I tried to capture one or two of them, but when I tried to capture them, those fragments became blurred again.
After all, we are no longer 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. Like the old teaching building, several poplar trees in the open space in front of the building make me feel particularly cordial. Every time I opened the door, several computers looked at each other there, making the empty classroom seem a little deserted.
Most of the time, I spent 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 try my best to find the information I want from the Internet, I still smile knowingly. Many days passed, and I laughed and laughed. Maybe four years of life is not perfect. After all, it is not regrettable. Some unforgettable people and things come to mind at a certain moment. I have never complained about anything, but I clearly remember that a Peking Opera performance artist in her sixties who came to our school to give a cultural report answered her most touching sentence about her 60-year life. Her answer was that "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. Maybe our fate will enter the spring of life after this, because of the moisture of a spring rain.
I went to the canteen to eat a meal, looking for the feeling of just entering the university. I walked down the aisle again and again. Although it has been several years, the feeling has not subsided at all. Time always goes by unconsciously, perhaps because of its never-ending footsteps. It is so casual and natural for us to meet at a post station in life. Everything is so kind and harmonious that the feelings at this moment can't be accurately expressed in words.
The hour hand always reminds us that the day of parting is approaching day by day. Walking with an old classmate by the river on campus after dinner, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger. After all, they will stay in this campus for another two years, and we will choose to leave in the near future. We were tired of staying on campus that day, and it felt like we had just left school for many years when we came back from a day outside. Whether it is called "ivory tower" or something else, the library is the place I am most familiar with in the past four years. When I go downstairs, I always see the sculptures of thinkers, and then I walk up those steps and walk into that door. The sound of turning pages countless times is a long-lost touch. It's just that I haven't been there for nearly a year. After many years, I wonder if I will find that feeling again. That feeling has accumulated deep in my heart.
My whole brain was torn into memento mori. The youthful performance at the University Art Square party showed me 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. Tomorrow's road will be crowded with people coming and going, and tomorrow's days will be very busy. On the day of parting, we can only cherish the short time in front of us.
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 blooming. Four years have not been wasted. I was just leaving. 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 well.
There are not too many modifications or words, and all the expressions are a bit redundant. The scenery on both sides was passed by the train of years. Maybe when we leave, we will forget the horizon. Anyway, no matter what all the experiences are, these four years have calmed me down. The noise and tranquility slowly sank, and what came up was a true portrayal of life.
Looking back on that morning four years ago, on the day when I first officially walked into this gate, I just walked along with the crowd. I was naive at that time, but now I think it's funny. I repeat those monotonous and necessary actions over and over again every day. Walking through the corridor again and again, walking through the windows, there is also the joy of meeting friends. Deep in my memory, I will think of those tall and swaying fatong. A dripping fountain. I like a quiet and warm atmosphere. I will never forget that in a snowy winter, my classmates and I took a photo here. They are all landscapes in my memory. When I think of them, I 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 goes hand in hand, 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.