These days before graduation, time passed like quicksand, seemingly long, but in fact it passed all the time; Nostalgia, reaching out, limited time slipped through my fingers, graduation defense, farewell party, raising hands to say goodbye, parting ways ... everything seemed to be expected, and everything went too helplessly.
Every day, we will visit the campus again consciously or unconsciously to see what it looks like today and think about how it greeted us four years ago. After walking for four years, it seems that I have walked back to the starting point. Suddenly I feel that my classmates and friends who have been around for four years are much more kind and lovely than I thought! At night under the starlight, everyone is gentle as the wind.
Take another look. ...
At this time last year, the boys' building, which was impressively opposite, was once filled with smoke;
The clothesline outside the window is covered with white shirts falling from a dormitory.
I don't remember when I was trampled on a path by my brothers who cut corners to draw water.
The girls' building on the roadside has almost become a forbidden area for boys;
Is the door of the study room in the comprehensive building still open? There should be no one in the room where I struggled for several months during the postgraduate entrance examination. I have always been grateful for those days of hard work. No matter what the result is, it has made me gain a lot. ...
Scenes are like gorgeous clip art, connected in series into a movie that is about to close, playing our happiness and sadness, recording our youth and past, and witnessing our friendship and love!
Before coming to this campus, imagine that college life is white. Because the ivory tower is white, the whole life is like the light it reflects: pure and free.
When I was a freshman, I felt that life was orange. Too many new lives come to me, fresh and bright, warm and nervous. In orange's memory, I was excited to meet a famous professor for the first time, curious to join a club for the first time, and nervous about the first exam. ...
When I was a sophomore, my life was green, my youth grew at jointing stage, as vigorous as a growing tree, and my dream was a little closer to reality. When discussing the problem with the teacher, I saw a satisfied smile on his face; When talking with foreigners, give yourself a satisfactory score; I became familiar with any food on campus and often stayed late on BBS. ...
When I was a junior, my life turned blue. We calm down and understand how far we are from the future, and make a choice for this: going abroad, taking the postgraduate entrance examination, or working. Everything related to this decision may change, including our love. We are still young and have not experienced the storm.
Life in senior three is like a thin layer of gray. Wandering among various choices, everyone is busy, and everything is like an unfinished poem. Start in a hurry and say goodbye in a hurry.
But in that gray, there are memories shining. Those colorful years, condensed into crystals, are the capital and comfort in our busy days.
In July, just like when we graduated from our senior year last year, we packed our luggage into boxes and shipped it out bit by bit. In this way, a few days later, the whole dormitory turned back into an empty building and became a symbol of infinite sadness. Memories also leave the campus at the same time and are collected in the inner box, which is our last romance and our treasure.
The future is like an erratic cloud in the sky, and we, from the day of graduation, have started a long journey of chasing clouds. Tomorrow is beautiful, but the road may be bumpy, but in any case, we all have a precious memory, an unforgettable friendship and an unforgettable experience.
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