The first time I knew there was a "Beijing University" in the world was when I was seven years old. That day, I accidentally pulled out a yellowed photo from the drawer, which showed a quiet and beautiful lake light and tower shadow. I stared intently at this familiar scenery, and some inexplicable surprise, joy and touch quietly rose from my heart full of longing. My mother told me: This is Peking University.
When I was ten years old, I passed by the gate of Peking University in a car. The aunt next to me told me to look quickly, but I stubbornly turned my head away and said: No! If you read it now, wouldn’t it be “stale” if you come back to school in the future?
I never doubted that I would become a student at Peking University. That childish self-confidence seems to indicate a wonderful earthly relationship. It’s just that I didn’t expect that I would realize my childhood dream so quickly; moreover, in a blink of an eye, this was my third autumn at Peking University.
Looking back suddenly, I seem to recognize myself two years ago: short hair, innocent eyes, not yet fourteen years old, a little girl with romantic thoughts in her head, full of everything. interest and curiosity. In the swirling white snow, she could be vaguely seen wearing a blue down jacket, throwing a string of clear laughter that splashed around like snowballs on the frozen lake. Now, the autumn wind is blowing again, and the branches and leaves interweave into a golden dome. Fallen leaves are everywhere, and they are soft when stepped on, as if I am feeling chilly at this moment. Seeing the freshmen from grade 8 and grade 7 walking around the school wearing the green uniforms they received during military training, I suddenly realized that I was already an "old student" in the third grade. Standing quietly under the thirty-fifth floor, which is as friendly as a friend, I can't help but feel a little lost...
Autumn is the season of maturity. It seems that I should say something to you, Peking University. Haven't I been with you day and night for two full years? Haven't you grown into a pretty girl and are about to celebrate your sixteenth birthday? But the songs that were usually on my lips were all silent now. I look at the strange yet familiar you, Peking University, and all the words I have accumulated in the past two years have quietly settled down.
As soon as we entered the school, our senior classmates took us to visit the Peking University library. At that time, I seemed to have watched a documentary introducing the library. The rather majestic oath he made at the beginning of his enrollment - "I am not only proud of Peking University, but also want to make Peking University proud of me" - suddenly seemed pale against the backdrop of the library building. I closed my mouth tightly, and an almost desperate feeling surged in my heart: four million books! It's really hard to imagine. And among them, the ones I’ve read probably don’t even have the smallest fraction of this number! Somehow, I recalled an incident that happened during a summer camp in Qingdao in 1983: I remember that the lights had been turned off, and we were lying on the bed in the dark, chatting casually. The little female teacher who led the team and I were talking with gusto, but the girl on the bunk above me suddenly started crying. We asked her what was wrong in surprise, and she replied with a sob: "You know so much, but I don't understand anything..." Now, I have long forgotten the conversation with the female teacher, but the girl The sobs stayed in my heart for a long time and clearly. When I walked out of the library with my new classmates whose faces I had yet to remember, I seemed to have just understood the girl who was sobbing because of her ignorance...
So, since I carefully wore that Since the white school badge, Peking University is no longer the image in the photo, no longer the building passing by the car window, no longer the dream cherished in the little girl's heart, but a problem that needs to be dealt with with all clear consciousness. Outright reality. If life can be divided into many stages, then the encounter with Peking University is another new beginning.
No, this is the beginning - starting to have dreams that are a little bit beautiful and confusing, and starting to explore a world that I have never set foot in. When I wandered among the rows of dusty bookshelves in the library, I felt like a girl in a fairy tale, opening the door to the gleaming fairy palace with excitement and restlessness, and sometimes, I was not in a hurry to check and borrow, I just walked slowly up and down the narrow path left for me by the stacks of books, caressing each book with my eyes. Both Chinese and English were whispering and calling to me in different silent voices. Gradually, my mood became the same as theirs: calm, joyful, and peaceful.
In this way, simply and beautifully, Peking University opened a magical window for a little girl who longed to embrace eternity with her limited life. From this window blown by the breeze, a piece of pure beauty came through. The light of truth. The universe and people began to be revealed and presented to me in a completely new way. I began to think, to question, to abandon, and to believe. Peking University has shown me a moving new world. In this world that surprises me, I am eager to live, eager to create, and eager to have a pair of light wings to get rid of the shackles of this heavy body and fly freely in the boundless sky. !
I like to read books from Peking University, and even more like people who read Peking University.
Sometimes, I would particularly like to stand quietly at the door of the library reading room and watch the focused and fascinated expressions of those who are reading at their desks; I would also like to walk towards the third teaching building while listening to the people passing by me arguing loudly about some issue. ,──What attracts me is often not the topic they debate, but the unique sensitivity of Peking University people, the unique purity of students, the sharpness and wit of speech, and the vitality of mental state; I am more willing to stand in front of the advertising column and post one picture after another. Zhang read the colorful posters carefully in order to never tire of revisiting the fresh and free atmosphere of Peking University.
As I write this, I can’t help but stick out my tongue, because the portraits of teachers from Peking University have also been left in my sketch album without distinction: some are gentlemanly, some are affable, this one is eccentric, and that one is unrestrained. , or in the midst of conversation and laughter, "the oars and oars disappear into ashes", or in the simplicity and solemnity, a different style is formed... I like to be led by these kind hands on the refreshing winding path. I like the relationship between teachers and students. That kind of easy and natural relationship. Being rigorous in studying and being sincere in life, I realized for the first time the true meaning of the word "teacher". I often think that Peking University is a river full of life, starting from its source ninety years ago and flowing towards a future full of hope. Although the scenery on both sides of the river has changed, there are always boat passengers on the river who are eager to cross to the beautiful other shore, as well as hard-working helmsmen and boatmen passed down from generation to generation.
Oh, Peking University, Peking University, you have given me too much, too much. Therefore, when someone asks me what I have gained and what I have lost in the two years of college, how can I use the light word "gain and loss" to measure this time that is extremely fulfilling because it is soaked in sweat, tears and laughter?
"Nothing makes me stay/Except for the purpose/Even though there are roses, green shade, and quiet harbor on the shore/I am a boat without ties."
I put these things together more than once The poem is quietly read to you, Peking University. Thousands of words can sometimes only be condensed into these few densest lines. Yes, I am an untied boat. I once nestled peacefully in the arms of Weiming Lake, but my heart yearns for the waves of the sea all the time. I have not forgotten my oath. I am eager to discover new continents and to retrieve the most brilliant pearls from the depths of the ocean for you and Peking University.
However, a place that I have known and loved since I was seven years old can never be forgotten. "Let me bow my head and thank all the planets for their help" so that I can spend the best period of my life on the campus of Peking University. It was at Peking University that I moved from that carefree little girl to maturity step by step. Peking University is no longer just the alma mater that nurtured me, it is a teacher, a friend, a part of me, a part of me. It is treasured in the softest corner of my heart, flowing in my blood, and can never be separated from the memories of my silly and beautiful youth.
"Ah, maybe one day/The will is mine, and the untied boat is me/Even if there is no wisdom, no ropes and sails."
Yes, one day, Peking University, I will also leave you. But you are always young and smiling, embracing the dreams of young people from generation to generation, inspiring the aspirations of students from generation to generation, and soothing the melancholy of peaches and plums falling year after year.
Then, I will come back to you, whether it is a dream or reality, what does it matter? As long as I stand for a moment under the thirty-fifth floor like an old friend, then I believe that all the passing years will bloom and bear fruit again, and all the dreams of the past will reappear. I will ignore the gray hair on my head, Like a sixteen-year-old girl again, leaning on your Huguang Tower Shadow's chest...