Back University campus

A few days ago, the guide told us on the Internet that we had time to go back to school to get the diploma of self-taught examination. So, taking advantage of my vacation time, I went back to the university again. I thought that I had graduated for more than half a year. Since I officially graduated in early last July, I have never been back. For half a year, college time appeared in my dream more than once. Although it was a moment, I woke up with infinite nostalgia for the good times. This rare and appropriate opportunity to return to school was full of expectation in my heart. Because during the winter vacation, there were only a few sporadic people on campus. After getting the diploma, I strolled through the empty basketball court on the campus road with the care and nostalgia of general manager. It seemed that the scenes we played basketball in those years appeared in front of my eyes, as long as there is a game for boys in the class, we girls must beat gongs and drums, waving flags and shouting. Although we don’t know how to play basketball, we still need to make comments on who has the most handsome posture and who throws the most accurate ball, who scored the ball at most went through the small garden full of memories. The dilapidated and barren scene in my eyes really made me feel worried. The small pavilion that once protected me from the wind and rain had become scarred, completely, even the small stone tables and stools under the pavilion had been torn down, lying on both sides of the path, and several stone railings were also torn down. Facing this situation, I don’t know how to express the sadness in my heart. There is a word called “Things are different from people”, but the scene in front of me may be more accurate to call “things are different from people! Passing by from the girls’ dormitory in Red Mansions, I looked up at the 501 of Unit 3, the dormitory window full of reluctance and nostalgia, and the laughter and slapping of my roommate and me echoed in my ears, I remember that sometimes someone forgot to bring something, we simply threw it out of the window, the teaching building and the library seemed to have not changed much, and everything was revisited as before, which reminded me of the past. Basketball courts, libraries, teaching buildings, small gardens, canteens and dormitory buildings feel that time is turning back rapidly. People passing by show Buddha as their own silhouette. They shuttle through the campus every day, although they are busy, however, I am carefree and don’t need to consider life and future. My classmates told me that those years in college were the best time in our life, which was worth cherishing and recalling most, at that time, we put the infinite reverie of youth into reality, shouting by one and responding by all, and we were always full of passion. But these wonderful things passed away in a flash, leaving memories, it is also a pity to hear that the new campus of the iron Academy has already been built. Some departments have already planned to move over, and other departments will almost move out until the next year. Maybe they will go again in two years, I can’t find the shadow of my alma mater any more. I really feel nostalgic when I go there this time. I’m afraid I won’t have a chance to go there any more. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…