Article 1: Remembering my alma mater
Revisiting the old place, seeing things and thinking about feelings, Fucheng Street, the memory is still there.
The alma mater Funing Normal School was demolished! Demolition happens every day. The new campus of my alma mater is in Yancheng, which is very close to my home. But in the evening, my wife and I talked about this, talked about our youth and youth, and it was another feeling. My wife says that I am an emotional person, and I think I am a rational person, but there is an idealistic emotional gene in my bones. I feel a little sad at the thought that the most beautiful place that accompanied me for three years is gone.
Remembering your alma mater is remembering the road you have traveled!
A small failure in life may change your life. The failure of the senior high school entrance examination made me enter a normal campus. This campus is in a neighboring county, only 40 kilometers away from my home, and the accent has not changed. Yancheng is a place with many accents. On campus, there is a cavity in Funing, Binhai, a cavity in Xiangshui, a cavity in Dafeng, Dongtai and a cavity around Yancheng. In the teacher's words, it is a big family of Kuzi, Man Zi and Maozi. I remember very clearly that when I first entered the school gate, a senior in Grade Two took me to register and pay fees, to the classroom and canteen, and to the dormitory downstairs. This is probably a traditional reserved project on campus. Senior is from the city, and the dialect is very pleasant, soft and sweet, which makes me feel very comfortable. I still miss that enthusiastic senior, and I believe she has a good personality. That kindness, that enthusiasm, fresh in my memory, I don't know who rolled up her long hair and made her a wedding dress!
I went to my alma mater for the first time and took a comprehensive test before applying for the exam, just to see if you are suitable to be a teacher. Remember that the interview is in the sports building. Let's do the eighth set of broadcast gymnastics. I was confident to do it, but I forgot a section because I was nervous, which was extremely embarrassing. Fortunately, the teacher reminded me to look at others, and finally completed the designated project. At that time, I thought the teachers here were really good.
When I left school after graduation, "Farewell" was played on the loudspeaker of the radio station, and my heart was full of sadness of parting. With our nostalgia, it flowed down my cheeks and looked up at everyone. Most female students have tears of parting, and several strong male students are a little red-eyed. They simply sang along, which made people sad and burst into tears.
"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
A pot of turbid water spilled all over the floor. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.
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Miss your alma mater is miss your youth!
Youth is ignorant. Teachers' courses are not as tight as those in middle schools, and they are free to do activities after the second class in the afternoon. Sometimes, they just lie on the railing and watch stupidly. The basketball court is full every day. There are people sitting, reading or laughing in the pavilions beside the main building, the corner between buildings and the grass beside the railings. In this way, the willow leaves on the campus roadside gradually changed from green to yellow, and then from green to grayish yellow. In late autumn, a cold air took away all the burdens on the trees and the ground, leaving behind all the grayish yellow and desolation.
Youth is fearless. Fearless, we made a lot of noise in the dormitory, from class girls to China football, to the Yugoslav war, and the efforts of the students who won the first place in the sports meeting for three consecutive years, as well as the food in the staff canteen, the movies in the auditorium on Saturday, the hysterical singing in the bathroom, the figure of self-taught exams in the dim light at night, the struggle of borrowing books from the library, and the cry of the table tennis court on the edge. All the pictures of youth echoed in front of our eyes.
I remember my alma mater and art building best.
In my alma mater, except for the teaching building, the library is not visited the most. Among these buildings, the Art Building is my favorite. At that time, the art building was the base of three disciplines, with music and art classrooms. There are also many piano rooms and studios in the annex, and there are several good teachers, including Mr. Lu Qinglong, Mr. Dong, Mr. Wang and Mr. Haitao. I still remember when we quarreled together, whether it was good-looking or Liu Ti, I missed him writing his Zhang Qian, I practiced my Cao Quan, and even picked up a brush to catch up with each other. Miss the old studio, those nights, a big cup of boiling water, a piece of wool paper, a pair of cabinets and a pair of brushes, are our happy times.
Writing in the studio, listening to the piano next door and the birds singing outside the window, the most beautiful picture in the art building is here. Now close your eyes. The scene in the movie "Unspeakable Secret" seems to be in front of us. Young students play together, have fun together and look forward to the future together.
Article 2: miss your alma mater
Unexpectedly, the six-year primary school career will end in a blink of an eye.
When we enter middle school and step on another stage of life, I don't know if we will remember that at our alma mater, our primary school life had laughter and tears. I will never forget the days I spent at my alma mater. I was a dead child at school every day and often got into trouble. When I get to middle school, maybe the past will be like smoke, and the whole person will become impressively different, right? However, if I step into my alma mater again in middle school. ...
When I step into my alma mater, I will always remember the pictures of teachers working silently. Every time there is any activity, there must be a teacher behind to prepare and help. Everything about my alma mater will definitely make me unforgettable; Everything in my alma mater always hides the memories I lost in primary school; What happened in his alma mater will certainly cause many topics among his classmates ... When someone tells about his life in his alma mater, maybe his mind will flash across his life in his alma mater.
When I stepped into my alma mater from the first step of senior one, I was doomed to spend six years here. I didn't expect time to fly, and time passed by bit by bit. From junior year to senior year, I can go through every difficulty and solve every problem with other students. Sometimes I may meditate alone, but at school, my classmates will always accompany me the most. To put it more aptly, most of them are also teachers and friends, right?
As early as the opening ceremony of the sixth grade, I was looking forward to the day when the graduation ceremony came. I want to know how the ceremony of transmitting light is carried out; I want to know, what's at the graduation ceremony? You know, at that moment ... what will you become? However, in Liu Jiaban, I carried out various activities with my classmates and spent nearly a year together. We will still have a certain degree of understanding. At the moment of graduation ceremony, there will be some disappointment ... Sometimes we will fight, but sometimes we find our classmates very interesting. Graduation is just around the corner, which also means that there is not much time to stay at the alma mater. In my heart, I'm still a little disappointed.
Six years of primary school career will be over in a blink of an eye. Thank you, Class Six. Draw a complete full stop for my six-year primary school career.
Article 3: Dream back to your alma mater.
Another year is full of flowers, the roaring spring breeze blows the horn of spring returning to the earth, the bright sunshine squeezes out the haze of winter, and the sky becomes blue again. From time to time, several white clouds appear in the vast blue sky of Qingyuan, gathering and spreading, just like a wonderful pen painted by Dan Qing. Looking at the willows on the other side, pieces of elegant catkins are flying and stretching lightly under the blue sky, and it is too late to unload the winter chill. Cherry blossoms blooming all over the mountain are welcoming distant friends with bright smiles. Looking around, the blooming camellia is more like a rainbow in the sky, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, decorated with fairyland on earth, and melodious bells are heard in the distance, which is an invitation from the fairy in spring. Let's stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city, appreciate their dancing under the blue sky and appreciate a detached, leisurely and blooming flower.
Thirty years ago, I walked into my alma mater with a small pigtail of croissants and light steps. My alma mater is like a dream hall for a twelve-year-old girl in my heart. In this hall, my ideal God is calling me. In my dream, I saw flowers in full bloom, streams gurgling, birds singing and flowers singing and animals exulting in this hall. Sure enough, when I woke up, opened my eyes and really walked into my alma mater, I found that my dream had really come true.
My alma mater is beautiful, which can be said to make people want to go back:
In spring, the grass stretches, the flowers begin to laugh, and the breath of spring is everywhere when we walk into the gate of our alma mater. Pieces of bright and dazzling begonia flowers are blooming incisively and vividly, and the flowers are covered with branches and strings, scrambling to dance in the blue sky with the spring breeze. The swaying dance danced, and the wind stopped. Pieces of crimson petals fall like fairy scattered flowers. Just after the curtain call of flowers here, the grass trees there began to sing again. In two symmetrical gardens on campus, patches of grass grow on the dark soil, and each grass is trying to break free from the bondage of the soil and try to breathe fresh air. Two neat green evergreen trees on both sides of the road are neatly trimmed, like a group of neatly arranged soldiers guarding the campus with guns.
In summer, it's tiring to bloom all season. At this time, his alma mater, full of green. Several big trees in the garden stand tall and straight on the ground, and the lush branches are covered with green leaves. As soon as the wind blows, a huge canopy casts on the ground to form a natural hat, sheltering the diligent students. At this time, the rows of willow branches are more like a trace of green rain, swaying and dancing in the wind, hiding from time to time. The washed-away tree looks green, a few sparrows are chirping at the end of the tree, and a colorful rainbow is hung in the distant sky, which is dazzling. When night falls, frogs and drums are louder, accompanied by people's longing for dawn.
In autumn, the leaves are yellow At this time, my campus seems a little depressed. The leaves of Chinese parasol trees, like maple leaves, reverberate in the air under the blowing of autumn wind, and then fall to the ground helplessly. The scattered images are telling the memories of spring. The grass on the ground is too tired to sleep after the spring and summer scenery, but when everything dries up, the pots of chrysanthemums in full bloom on campus are colorful, and the blooming flowers tell people that two red persimmons hanging on persimmon trees in the distance are secretly laughing at this harvest scene on earth.
In winter, my campus is the most beautiful. The beauty lies in the boundless wintersweet and the rare snow scene. Walking through the wind in spring, the rain in summer and the scorching sun in autumn, when everything goes to recuperate, wintersweet blooms proudly in my campus in winter, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers fascinates people. However, in the cold wind and frost, people can see their unyielding figure and know what it means for plum blossoms to come from bitter cold. There are two rows of wintersweet on campus. When the sun put away her burning smiling face, our wintersweet will blossom. After all the leaves had fallen, Chimonanthus praecox began to climb up the branches quietly, small and yellow, closely together. At this time, the half-open and half-closed buds exude a faint fragrance. When the beautiful flowers slowly spread out, the shy buds became impatient. The fragrance of flowers has also become rich, and the endless sea of flowers is fragrant. At that time, I always liked to squat under the wintersweet tree, pick up the flowers that fell to the ground, and then wrap them with a handkerchief to taste the flowers slowly. Plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold. When the proud wintersweet meets the snow, I will never forget the scenery. When the falling snow falls leisurely on the wintersweet tree, my heart will be intoxicated. Crystal white snowflakes with tender yellow wintersweet are like a pair of close sisters. From a distance, wintersweet tree, full of snow, is a vivid picture painted by the ancients, so intoxicating and so beautiful.
It is in this picturesque alma mater that I recite in the early morning and study hard in the classroom during the day. At night, I sat on the grass, thinking about the mysteries of the universe and the world. After six years of immersion, I have walked through my middle school. I will never forget my classmates who were brothers and sisters in those days, and I will never forget the motherly teacher in strict father. The grass and trees of my alma mater always haunt me.
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