Gardenia is fragrant. When I graduate every year, in this faint and astringent season, I turn the only memory left in my heart into a pure fragrance through the morning breeze in early summer, which is faint and faint in this season. The fragrance of gardenia is filled with the unique parting of this season. The fragrance of flowers mingled with mood. Through the slight morning breeze in early summer, I will pick up my memories again, and our stories will emerge in my mind.
My sunset, your face, whose one-third year! It is said that everyone is sad at least one third of the time every year, and during this one third of the time, thanks to your company, I have gained sunny days and smiling faces in your little sun. Over the years, looking back on our youth, we struggled, we hesitated, and finally we laughed. With the blooming of gardenia season after season, I graduated and separated again and again. Today, in this June, the night when gardenia is fragrant, I turn the memories buried in my heart into the beating words of this book through this flowing vernacular, and write down the days that you and I have walked together.
"Men don't flick when they have tears!" I still remember your graduation information, a brief encouragement, a blessing look, your face and your smile have been deeply imprinted in my heart, and your cheerful personality. It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to say a word of blessing to you. We have entered our respective junior high schools in a hurry, and have left some regrets in our hearts since then, only remembering that the flowers were so shy that year.
"250 yuan." I still remember that day, with the end of the bell, our books for three years were sold at low prices, three years of time and three years of pressure. Every moment of every day, we get up early and go to bed late, and there is no such nervous tension. Now, watching it become the wine money on our lunch table, I have an indescribable peace, whether it is voluntary or high-level, whether it is good or bad, at this moment.
No matter how much we leave, no matter how much we leave, tomorrow we still have to pack our bags and go back to our native land to start a business. Go our separate ways, and don't know when we can be together. All I remember is that you were drunk that night. Naive, we always thought that social friendship could not stand the test of time and difficulties, so we learned to cherish it at the last moment of parting. Tonight, I only remember that the flowers around us are so sad!
All good things must come to an end. June is graduation season. We have too many regrets and too many stories, which can't be expressed in words at this moment. I only remember that you, me and him met in one campus after another, and finally ran to their respective futures with the tears of gardenia in June. Although sometimes the meeting between people is tantamount to turning an ordinary alley and meeting an ordinary person, with the passage of time, graduation is still a variety of scenes and scenarios.
Gardenia smells good, another year of graduation!
Lyric Prose of Graduation Memories Part II
Chapter One: The Last Romance.
Graduation is like a big period. From then on, we bid farewell to a period of pure youth, a period of frivolous years and an era full of fantasy. ...
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. ...
The canteen, library, playground, gymnasium, dormitory building and teaching building are suddenly opposite.
The clothesline outside the window is covered with white shirts falling from a dormitory.
The lawn with the sign of caring for flowers and plants can't remember when the brother who took a shortcut back to bed stepped on a path;
Is the door of the study room in the study 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 film that is about to close, playing our happiness and sadness, recording our youth and past, and witnessing our friendship and classmate friendship!
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 mood. 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 the coming June, just like when our senior students graduated last year, we packed our luggage into boxes and shipped it out bit by bit. In this way, the whole dormitory was empty in a few days 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.
Chapter 2: Don't cry, friends.
In July, in midsummer, ginkgo is still green, and the distress has gradually spread.
The last class is to say goodbye to the teacher; After finishing the last exam, it is to bid farewell to school; Passing the graduation thesis defense is to bid farewell to the student career. Then, knowing the date when a friend left, we began to say goodbye to friends, classmates and many lives that we were used to for four years.
Accustomed to dormitory life, sleeping at night, someone brings clothes in when it rains, and occasionally someone answers for me when I skip class, tasting other people's food while eating, and several people open the same door with the same key.
As the day of parting approaches, the restaurants around the school are always crowded. All my friends are there to raise their glasses, for the sake of past days and feelings, for the sake of future differences and sentimentality.
Remember our self-introduction on the first day of school?
Remember our freshman cup basketball game?
Remember when we bought computers together and DOTA day and night?
Remember the roommates' talking in their sleep and their snoring?
Remember when we went shopping together to learn to chat and sing?
Those absurd, funny, melancholy, flying, angry, happy and extremely happy times are gone forever. I think that kind of unscrupulous happiness will never happen again. I will carefully remember the appearance of each of you, remember the appearance of youth, because there are the best memories and eternal nostalgia in my life.
Goodbye, wild people in the dormitory, where we stayed. This house is about to become our history. And all the memories will become yellow bookmarks in my mind with the passage of time. Next stop, I don't know what kind of scenery there will be. Suddenly, I thought of the beginning of a poem: "In the colorful handkerchief waving to you/whose hand suddenly retracted/tightly covered my eyes ..."
I said to the empty dormitory, "Bye-bye, I'm leaving." I closed the door gently, bid farewell to four years of college life before nightfall, and left this land that left me with youth and blood.
Chapter Three: Farewell to the University.
Today is the last day for graduates to leave school. In the past two days, the other three brothers have also moved away. Now the dormitory is empty and messy, and things that people can't take or don't want to take are lying on the ground. I turned on the light and started the final finishing.
Freshman scribbled notes, the rest of the manuscript of sophomore organization activities, the medicine that junior didn't finish, and the materials reviewed for senior postgraduate entrance examination. I can't remember whose mobile phone it is on a piece of paper. I don't seem to have read a bunch of English books ... I watched them and shed tears unconsciously. Only I can understand the meaning of each stroke. There are still a lot of things left behind, but aren't more and more important things left here forever? Whether I took it away or left it behind, it is the truest portrayal of my four years in college.
Finally, look at the empty dormitory around. The piggy cushion can't be put in the box, so it can only be put there. I haven't taken the pot away, and I don't think I will cook it again. Everything in your hand is full, so stay here as a souvenir.
Reluctantly turned off the light. At that moment, my heart quickly crossed a stabbing pain. Think of four words, youth is over. Four years ago, I came here with simple luggage, and today, I pick up new luggage again and will start my next life.
Like every day in these four years, I walked out of the apartment door along a familiar route, but when my steps crossed the threshold, I was no longer a member here.
This time, I didn't buy a box lunch, surf the Internet in a nearby Internet cafe, hang out in a small shop outside the school, or go to class in a daze. This time, I will solemnly bid farewell to this place where I am four years younger!
Goodbye, my dormitory,
Goodbye, my brother,
Goodbye, my youth,
See you later, my university.
Youth is over, and we wait for the next opening. Waiting for us in the journey ahead, facing the sunshine and bravely flying to our dreams; Waiting for us in the previous story, with starlight, to recall the best four years of my life, blooming flowers. ...
Lyric Prose of Graduation Memories Part III
The wind is blowing and the pace of progress is chaotic. Looking at the mountains and water in the distance, unconsciously, it is graduation season again.
The front is turbulent noise and traffic; Behind him is a lonely calm, as if nothing had happened. In the past three years, people have come and gone in the street. There are always people looking for her in a sea of people. Someone always looks back and walks around the corner with him. ...
In this way, we spent more than 1000 days and nights together, with joy, friction, laughter, curses, beatings and laughter. We don't want to say goodbye, but how can we not?
After graduation, we all went our separate ways. In a blink of an eye, the huge classroom was empty. Your sleepy desk, the songs we hummed together, and the circulating novels ... no longer belong to us, but none of us can forget the last vague eyes.
Maybe we won't say that sentence until the end, but only count the fleeting time in our hearts. It is not that we have no courage, but that we are not strong enough.
Once, we were all thinking about why we didn't graduate. Now, we finally graduated, but there are too many disappointments and confusions. Where is the future?
After that, you can't tell anyone, you can only grasp the beauty in front of you. After graduation, we should all eat well, sleep well, go our own way, miss her and miss them!