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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. ...

At this time last year, the boys' building, which was impressively opposite, was once filled with smoke;

The clothesline outside the window is covered with white shirts falling from a dormitory.

I don't remember when I was trampled on a path by my brothers who cut corners to draw water.

The girls' building on the roadside has almost become a forbidden area for boys;

Is the door of the study room in the comprehensive 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 movie that is about to close, playing our happiness and sadness, recording our youth and past, and witnessing our friendship and love!

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 love. 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 July, just like when we graduated from our senior year last year, we packed our luggage into boxes and shipped it out bit by bit. In this way, a few days later, the whole dormitory turned back into an empty building 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: The place where dreams begin.

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CCTV International www.cctv.com August 0, 20051Source:

The day when Big Fat got an American visa was the happiest day for him in two months.

He is one of my best friends. Our four brothers are also roommates in the same room. Old university computer, the net name is big and fat; The second child is a handsome skinny monkey, and every party always attracts the attention of many girls; Gao Xiao ranks third among the four of us, but it is the tallest. He studies Chinese and likes to write prose. He doesn't talk much, but philosophical words always come out of his mouth. I seem to be a person with no characteristics, except that I like doing experiments.

When I was a freshman, I knew nothing. The boss is already busy buying the little red book. There is a thick English dictionary on his bookshelf, with a line on it: in four years, America, I will be there. He is the one who knows his goal best among us. Most other people, like me, are in a daze in class, doing experiments and writing papers. Like high school students, I am used to being packed every day. Once nobody cares, it seems that something is missing.

We had a serious discussion about ideals. Big fat said he wanted to be a scientist. We just laughed and said that ten years ago, everyone wrote in their compositions: My ideal is to be a scientist when I grow up. "Otherwise it is a teacher." The pencil necked said, "At that time, I thought the teacher was the biggest. If I can be a teacher in the future, I will be very imposing. No child dares to bully me. "

When I was a child, I dreamed of becoming a scientist and a teacher. High school chose science because of the feeling of doing experiments. It feels like you can see and control every step of things, and if you are wrong, you can start over. If only life could be as transparent as a test tube. Unfortunately, many times, we can't control our own life, so we like life in the laboratory more and more, pure and quiet.

When he started looking for a job, the pencil necked sighed at his resume. Compared with others, he has little practical experience, perhaps because he spends too much time on love. However, he is still an excellent boy, so he went to a good internet company after layers of interviews. Maybe the time spent with us in BBS helped him a lot.

Gao Xiao finally chose the career we dreamed of when we were children. He is going to be a teacher, and besides, he is not in a busy city and has no decent salary. He applied to go to Qinghai, where there is a national volunteer teaching program. He said that he came from the countryside and knew how eager children in the mountains would be to know the outside world.

I left my graduate school early, which saved me the hard work of applying for going abroad, the busyness of finding a job, the hesitation of choosing, and many unforgettable memories.

Big Fat is the last of our four brothers to settle down. At the dinner party to celebrate his visa success, we can finally miss four years of life, every drunkenness and even every quarrel. I feel sour nose for the first time since July. ...

I really don't want to say goodbye, but on this day in the midsummer of 2005, we are really going to graduate. ......

Chapter 1: Don't cry, my friend.

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CCTV International www.cctv.com August 8, 2005 10:0 1 Source:

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 fought against terrorism day and night, StarCraft?

Remember Xiaohua's dream talk and the snoring of a madman?

Remember when we went shopping, drank, chatted and sang together?

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, the house we stayed in 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 Two: Farewell to the University.

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CCTV International www.cctv.com August 8, 2005 10:20 Source:

Today is the last day for graduates to leave school. In the past two days, the other three sisters 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. ...