Slowly flowing through the filth. You showed me the world.
And a clear heart
Even if you condense it into a tight handshake,
Be careful. A short poem
Even if it's just a meaningful glance.
Sometimes you are really like a reed rustling in the cold wind.
Leaves withered and scorched, standing alone, almost losing the color of life.
However, under the soil, there are constantly cutting roots.
Even on a cold night
I can also feel your warm and deep eyes.
Are you satisfied? ?
Donghua in early summer, the campus is full of a breath.
In the past, noisy cicadas would lower their voices.
Once upon a time, lively birds stood quietly in the treetops.
Inadvertently, farewell parties began to be frequent.
When I accidentally found someone slightly drunk, I burst into tears.
The time that has passed is like a drop of water.
Now youth is gone like a downpour.
At this moment, I suddenly realized.
This hot season
Destined to leave.
The spring breeze destroyed everything in the world.
Summer rain drops on the lonely eaves.
Autumn leaves fall with endless thoughts.
Winter snow is another year in a flash.
We have sown the hope of spring four times.
We have been tempered by fire and summer four times.
We have harvested four golden autumn miracles.
We felt the warmth of winter four times.
More than 1,400 days and nights whizzed past my ears.
So day after day.
We have experienced four seasons of change.
Hard to forget
The curiosity of stepping into the campus for the first time
Sweat shed during the first military training, sobbing gently under the covers.
The first freshman speech contest, faced with the topic of my university, was full of words, but I didn't know where to start.
I was very excited when I first joined the student union.
I told myself to study hard for the first time.
And the joy of getting a scholarship for the first time
In countless firsts,
We sent away the ignorant freshmen.
Hard to forget
The stranger after relocation, but because of a smile, you and I, who were originally strangers, condensed into sisters and brothers.
The joy of the first senior three, we also have our own brothers and sisters.
Romantic girls began to write their youth in their diaries.
Honest boys also have girls' ideas.
Youth, dreams and love have become the unchanging themes of the Sleeping Party.
Although the canteen is becoming more and more crowded,
But the highlight of sophomore year
But I remember it deeply in the crowd.
Hard to forget
October's teaching evaluation made us love and glorify our school;
In the early morning, it was the sound of the counselor knocking at the door, which woke me up from the bed;
The once gentle face has now become firm.
The goal in my heart is getting stronger and clearer.
There are many of us in the study room.
Our footprints are everywhere in the library.
Whether it is postgraduate entrance examination, internship or GRE.
A school girl in a hurry
In this year, we silently accumulated strength.
Hard to forget
The girls around me turned into beautiful women overnight.
Friends across the street began to wear suits and ties all day.
Facing the future, I know nothing.
I have been refreshing my email in front of my computer for fear of missing a job message.
All good things must come to an end.
Unfortunately, I just woke up and faced separation.
Busy roommate, please let me say sorry.
I shouldn't have complained and lost my temper with you for four years.
And those students who haven't spoken, C, D, A, B.
Actually, I'm already familiar with your face.
Senior three is like a blink of an eye.
Take care, brothers and sisters!
May happiness and joy be with you forever.
People passing by
I have long forgotten.
What happened?
Blowing in the wind.
Four years.
Get out of here
Dream times
Leave us too many heavy memories.
What is hidden in my heart forever?
Precious memories.
A friendship I can't give up.
unforgettable experience ...
Let me remind you.
You said you wouldn't forget.
You told me.
I will cherish it forever.
for us
Memory is a floating leaf.
will never fade ...
Goodbye! The wind in Songjiang is mixed with the smell of grass!
Goodbye! The snow in Songjiang left my happy footprints!
Goodbye! Long-winded and kind aunt!
Goodbye! My dearest teacher!
Goodbye! All my sisters and brothers in Class 04!
Today we graduated.
We rose in the Ming Dynasty!
Today, we are proud of Donghua.
The Ming Dynasty is proud of us!