One, campus fragments
Dawn
The dawn on campus comes earliest, and the dawn on campus is the best.
The earth is still sleeping soundly, the night has not yet ended, and there are already figures on campus.
How many people are reading and reciting beside the road, in front of buildings, and under street lamps. The sound of reading slowly floated in the wilderness.
In the square, by the spring, and at the end of the road, how many people are trying to figure it out and thinking. Explorers stretch their wings of thought.
Gradually, the white color of fish belly appears in the east.
Gradually, the clouds turn the sky red...
Only those who walk early know when dawn will come to the world;
Only those who are diligent know knowledge The harder the accumulation, the sweeter it is.
In the distance, the sound of cars honks as the dynasty changes; in the clouds, music fills the air. Is this announcing the beginning of a new day for people, or is it urging people to hurry up and catch up with the early walkers?
Yes, the dawn on campus comes earliest, and the dawn scenery on campus is the best!
Window
The sky is gradually getting darker; the night is gradually getting darker. The red tiles, the white walls, the green trees... everything was swallowed up by the darkness, and they all lost their colors worth flying and showing off.
Only the window of the teaching building in the distance flashes with charming eyes and shines with seductive light, which is particularly transparent and dazzling.
Through the bright window, I seemed to see rows of young college students, leaning on their desks, quietly reviewing the day's courses, textbooks, handouts, notes, homework...concentrating, thinking hard. Yes, to have a good harvest depends on hard work; if you want to have lush branches and leaves, you must have deep roots.
Through the bright window, I seemed to see groups of young college students, chatting happily around the white-haired teacher, so cordial and harmonious. The teacher's teachings, no, they are the milk of wisdom, injected into my heart bit by bit.
Through the bright window, I seemed to see young college students in twos and threes, discussing enthusiastically: What is the pursuit of life? How to make your own contribution in the new century? I seemed to hear a sonorous voice: Keep pace with the times, be willing to be an honest and upright citizen, and devote yourself to the cause of socialism until death.
The night is getting deeper, and the windows of the teaching building in the distance are brighter and more dazzling. What I saw was not just the bright lights, but the outstanding talents of a generation and the sparkling future of our motherland.
Part 2. Four Seasons on Campus
1.
With the wishes of relatives and friends, and with new expectations, we say goodbye to the warm harbor of our home, and we walk into The campus is suddenly warm but then cold. All flowers bloom here, once a year, year after year.
A year’s plan begins in spring. This is a season of sowing, and the mountains of books and the sea of ??learning are the land cultivated by numerous students. This is a beautiful season, and young girls are rushing ahead of spring and vying to wear gorgeous floral dresses. Their youthful beauty and vitality swayed freely under the campus sky, driving away the last chill of the harsh spring cold! This is also a passionate season, with spring sprouting everywhere on campus and exuding vitality. In this season, the thoughts of boys and girls are like green grass, inadvertently turning the whole sky green!
2
The locust flowers are blooming and summer is here.
To every member of the campus, the pure and passionate Sophora japonica never skimps on her touching beauty.
The campus in summer is cool and quiet, a pure place away from the glitz and noise. Here, there is only the sound of reading and the free and fresh breathing without impurities. Of course, there are also the chirping of cicadas and orioles, as well as the freshness and enchantment of wild roses and roses. This is a rare holy place and seclusion in the busy city; but the strong and restless thirst for knowledge is stronger than the fragrant fragrance of locust flowers!
In this season, it is always easy for people to think of many past events, and many details in the past events are always related to the Sophora japonica on campus. Some people say that the strings of locust flowers are wind chimes left by lovers, which bloom into our pure first love and passionate youth. Perhaps, the meaning of Sophora japonica is more than just that. It may take us a lifetime to understand certain things
3
This season always makes people feel contradictory.
Some people say that this is the season of harvest, when freshmen enter the university they have long desired, reaping the success and joy of hard work in exams; some say that this is the season of farewell, because at this time every year, everyone A group of young students said goodbye to their dear teachers and friends one by one, leaving school to open up a new and unfamiliar world. Therefore, in this season, many people always deliberately avoid those sad Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and always drink sad beer but pretend to be heroic.
In fact, this season is the most colorful and the closest to the reality of life. Because in this season, we have retreats and struggles; we have reunions and separations; we have forgotten, and we have memories that will never be forgotten for the rest of our lives.
This is our college life, passionate, mysterious, beautiful and pure!
4
On campus in winter, people always feel a sense of respect.
Ten years of hard work, ten years of hard work. This is a test that every aspiring young man must pass. Real heroes often use their own passion to penetrate the bone-chilling cold!
Wise men say: Real cold windows give birth to real hope. For the heroic young students, the wind and snow in the sky are just the poetry of youth; how can the nine cold days freeze our endless thoughts and the colorful dreams of our youth? What's more, the packages mailed at home still carry the affectionate thoughts of your parents and family, and the encouragement and care of your teachers and friends are the hot coals delivered in time in the cold weather at the end of the year, burning with warmth that you will never forget!
Therefore, even if the cold wind is biting and the depth of winter is approaching, I still like to walk on campus, watch the strong wind and write warm and holy poems!
3. Campus Ideas
Chalk
Descendants of the mountains, pure and innocent. After thousands of filtrations, it crystallized into a kind spirit. No matter where it drifts, the nature of the rock cannot be changed.
Slender yet strong, it would rather break than bend. Wear yourself down little by little, so that those hungry souls and tired minds can be rejuvenated.
White is always accompanied by black. Without the blackboard as a backdrop, how could it be so beautiful? Without the blackboard as a backdrop, how could it be written freely? Everything has to be done collaboratively, but are there any successful people who do it alone? Humble but not arrogant, impartial and impartial. Each stroke objectively shows the writer's mental journey. The great ambitions of loyal ministers and good generals, even if they are imprisoned in the darkness of prison, will eventually shine with the sun and the moon, warming the world for thousands of years. The false edicts of treacherous traitors, even if they hang high in the sky, can only be a shadow for a while, and will eventually disappear from the world.
Far away from the mountains, the texture remains unchanged. No matter where it is written, no matter who writes it, every stroke and stroke penetrates the heart and soul of the writer. Come with authenticity and go with peace of mind. Turned into dust, fluttering and disappearing without a trace.
Blackboard
Black is pure and black is sincere. The gushing clear spring water nourishes the tenderness of all living beings and wipes away the chaotic hearts and souls.
Black is so clear, so black is so clear. Just like the cheerful stream, the mood is always written on the face. Black is indeed not beautiful, but I don’t envy white for no reason. If it's too white to dazzle the eyes, and you can't figure out the depth of the city, it's better to be too black to make people feel at ease.
Absorb dust without regrets, the spring breeze turns into rain, and moisturizes things silently. When the black paint on his face faded away, his fervent and pious heart felt calm.
Black is the pure reflection of the heart and soul. Black is the identification code of nature.
Never be ashamed of being ugly, always be proud of being black. What could be more pure than your black self? What's darker than your blackness?
The podium
is only three feet, but it must not be underestimated. Although he is not as wise as King Yanzhao in recruiting talents on the golden stage, he is very accurate in judging and scoring the performers in front of the stage.
Bow down in front of those who are willing to turn themselves into a wisp of white smoke, that is a ladder to heaven. Let you pick the stars and embrace the moon, and the clouds and sails hang high across the sea.
I despise it from the bottom of my heart: being a monk for a day and ringing the clock for a day, speaking eloquently, like withered seeds scattered on fertile fields, making people cry with hunger in autumn.
I have great respect for those who have read tens of thousands of books and devoted themselves to lectures and sermons; I have great respect for those who are willing to work hard for watering and cultivating the soil. The food of knowledge gradually enriches the malnourished body, and the essence of wisdom gradually enlightens the confused and ignorant mind. There is a good rapport and tacit communication on and off stage.
The three-foot podium is too short, but I never slack off in looking up and listening. Weigh the importance and be objective and fair. Ripening rises and ripening falls, and Jing and Wei are distinct. Don't you see it - pious people are being promoted from the corner of the stage, and blasphemers are falling from the stage one after another.