Prose poems about campus life are a running water, which takes away the story of time and changes a person. -inscription
Distant journey, yesterday's dream, and distant laughter, melody has been echoing in my ears, Tayu Lo, the story of time.
Time flies, and it's June again in a blink of an eye. I am still galloping on a road called dream, but the people who accompanied us to June have changed a lot. Perhaps, life is a cycle. When a group of new schoolmates come, it means that a group of people are about to leave here, although we are stubborn and never want to admit it.
Looking back four years ago, that unforgettable summer, we walked into this campus, "facing the morning breeze and wearing the sunrise, ushered in the sixth grade freshmen." We are from unfamiliar to familiar, from four years ago to four years later, the fleeting time is running, we are chasing, crossing the cloister of time and peeping into the gap of time. We are not who we used to be. We are the same kind of people, we are the same kind of people together, but when we are about to leave, we stand side by side, and what we see is graduation photo, who is fixed on the basketball court. We are together, doing the same thing at the same time, and maintaining similar emotions. That graduation photo always reminds us quietly that four years have come to an end unconsciously.
I am looking forward to leaving the campus, the classroom and the books early. But when I really had to leave, I realized how much I missed this land.
Former friends can no longer sweat in the same stadium, former deskmates can no longer chase and fight together, and former teachers can no longer guide their future. Man Xiu's poems, funny class songs and inspirational words all seem to have left with June. The elegy of June, when the boat crossed Qian Fan, time lost everything, but the eternal memory of youth remained unchanged. Because here, there are passionate songs, the most dignified eyes and the saddest eyes. We have been here, stayed, laughed, cried and grown up.
Parting is just around the corner, only to find that all we can do is swallow the tears that are about to overflow, smile and wave. ...
Say goodbye to the innocent campus, bid farewell to the time when youth is the companion. We must believe that on the shore of the years, there will be a boat crossing the river, carrying us to an unknown distance. Covering the heavy door of the past, it seems that there is always a voice saying whether there is a kind of youth called a fresh start.
In the four seasons of prose poems about campus life, how many people ran all their lives to see a dream; How many birds endure the cold for a migration; How many students, for a quiet and beautiful campus, look forward to ten years and work hard for how many years. Only in the quiet campus can we look up at the quiet sky and enjoy the splendid time.
Everyone has an unforgettable season, or the warmth of spring, or the passion of summer, or the cold of autumn, or the cold of winter. And I am concerned about the four seasons, and I can't bear to forget the beautiful years. I like looking up at the starry sky, starry, and feel at ease. I like walking on campus, looking into the distance and observing the great changes at four o'clock. Petals, clouds, poetry, tranquility and gentleness, those precious and golden lives are everyone's pursuit.
Occasionally, when I am free, I will sit under the blue sky, lean against a small tree, look at the sky and watch the clouds flow, which is beautiful; I hope the geese will fly and harvest the information of spring. Those exciting winds quietly fell on the newly green poplar trees, and they began to fly, like a beautiful picture scroll and a charming dream. People under the tree are different. Or interlocking your fingers and smiling at each other; Or walk alone and recite "Li Sao"; Or a threesome, frolicking with each other, laughing and laughing, chatting about yesterday's joy and daydreaming about the future. There is a dream of flying, a dream of seclusion, a great help to the general public, and a willingness to be dull, but they are all beautiful enjoyment and beautiful expectations. The sun warms the earth, the spring breeze blows away dust, home is far away, dreams are at the water's edge, wanderers look around on the stormy bridge, distant hometown, distant relatives and distant dreams.
The sky is vast and unobstructed. Just like a deep blue sea, the sea is calm, there are no ferries, no fishing boats, only a silent world. Seagulls, penguins and petrels are still looking for their dreams in the sea, and various islands are not as steep as the legendary, lush old trees and frolicking people. The mountains and rivers, ancient roads and dense fog under the sky will not confuse people's sight.
The misty rain in March has passed, and the footsteps of spring are gradually drifting away. Walking under the sky, pedestrians are still in a hurry, birds are still the same as last year, but no one knows how many nights she is sad for cherry blossoms. Who will be willing to part with such a perfect spring, but the rotation of the four seasons is natural, and a creature between heaven and earth is not worthy of it.
In a blink of an eye, cherry has grown new leaves, just like a newborn baby, lovely and full of hope, as if everything in the world was born for it. Sunlight shone through the gap between the leaves, scaring a grass that was taking a nap and chirping a few times. The wind comes and goes without a trace, never looking into other people's eyes. Mountain after mountain, leaf after leaf, trees are moving and red flags are flying. An old professor in his seventies passed quietly, holding a book in one hand and touching his beard in the other, smiling faintly, as if picking flowers in the evening. It seems that the stars are just around the corner, which is the spring water.
The sky is still clear, clouds fall, green grass and spring water decorate this affiliated campus. A group of crazy foreigners chased each other and laughed at each other in the track and field. In the laughter, a plane is flying in the sky and they are singing, but I can't understand a word. Maybe I want to fly better!
Walking on campus is a happy thing. As long as I have time, I will pick up my restless heart and walk in a corner of the campus. There is no reason, no waiting, and no request. You just want to observe carefully as you walk. The scenery along the way, a wild flower tree, entered my arms, a passerby, a butterfly, laughed it off and sneaked into the dream.
After a few laps, the sky remained the same. Before I knew it, my roommate had come back from his hometown, full of joy, bringing happiness, surprise and a special product. Appeal to Hometown Spring has arrived, corn has sprouted, and my hometown has taken on a new look. Those cherries attracted more strange tourists and stayed for a spring, unwilling to leave. Roommates bring folk dried sweet potatoes and taste of home, which is beautiful and fragrant. There is also pure natural old wine, and the flute exudes fragrance. Speaking of dialects, it enjoys the smell of wine.
Life is a little unintentional, just don't want to talk. In order to study, to dream, I run around, walk the world, look at the distant sky in a strange place, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the years are quiet. And that careless heart, after the baptism of spring, summer, autumn and winter, has gradually become accustomed to how much disappointment. Under the sky, this lush land is so worrying.
Life is full of beauty, but we don't find it. Years cover up the truth, but we don't pay attention to it. Time passed quietly, across the quiet campus, and the quiet sky was beautiful.
It's been twenty-two years since the prose poems about campus life left. It's time to bid farewell to school and my campus life.
Late autumn nights are getting colder and colder, unlike the coolness of early autumn, but there is a cold feeling of changing into winter! And this coolness gradually spread from the surface to the body and to the heart.
A faint sadness with coolness slowly erodes the whole soul. To say that this person is despicable, you won't know its beauty until you lose a lot of things, thus giving birth to a sense of disappointment!
I remember when I was in high school, I used to think that reading bound my freedom. I worked so hard at school every day, but I didn't get any reward. It is better to come out to work early, at least it is much more free than at school, and there will be no more nagging from parents and discipline from teachers. .....
At that time, I couldn't wait to escape from the campus at once. Now, when I can finally leave the campus, I will never have a campus life again. Obviously, I should be happy at this time, but why, my heart is blocked.
This time, I left not only the campus, but also the past lush years; This time, we are not only facing the society, but also the life that comes with it.
From the moment I left the campus, I was not me! Constantly wandering between ideal and reality, earning crossing.
At noon that day, I stood alone on the balcony of the dormitory, and when I wanted to look up at the familiar sky again, I was stung by the dazzling sunshine and narrowed my eyes. Although it is already late autumn, the sun still burns my scalp.
I fled back to the dormitory, but the room was cool. Looking at the empty bed, I feel inexplicably sad. I can't remember how many times you've been empty, but I really have to go this time, and my bedding will never be laid again!
When I left, there was no one in the dormitory, only me, packing my bags alone and watching the things belonging to me decrease in the dormitory. It's actually quite good. At least one person is quiet and won't be in a mess when cleaning up. It's troublesome when there are many people.
Just like the one who said, "so gently, I'm leaving, waving my hand doesn't take away a cloud."
Shit! I want to take away a cloud, but it must take away the cloud, isn't it! Praise without a draft.
Since I can't take the clouds with me, I'll have to carry my own luggage, but it seems a little too much. It's hard to be alone!
Sometimes people grow up quickly without knowing it. If I did this alone, I would never carry so many bags and go alone, but now I can take the train with my bags to my present work place!
And change, don't need too much, just need a good start, there will be unexpected gains.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, the temperature is getting colder and colder, and the quilt on my tight body is also tightened. After working these days, I feel more and more how difficult life is, physically and mentally, and very tired.
Gradually, I also understand that the long road of life, no effort, no struggle, no hardship, no hardship, even if unwilling to be mediocre, will be mediocre for life.
Compared with the cruelty of reality, I still yearn for the innocence of campus life. Now I can only miss those innocent times because time can't go back.