In the morning, the sky after autumn is exceptionally bright and clear. The afterglow of the sun stung my eyes. I sat up from the bed, fumbled under the pillow for a while, took the touched mobile phone and opened it. It's twelve o'clock again!
University life is like this. There are some worries in ease, but there are some complaints hidden in anxiety.
When I got out of bed and came to the bathroom to wash, I accidentally found that the chrysanthemums on the windowsill were blooming brightly, and I could smell a faint fragrance between my steps. Looking at this basin of Huang Ju in front of me, I can't help feeling deeply. Yes! The chrysanthemums are blooming again. ...
Incense is the most annoying to all visitors, and a wisp floats into thousands. Time always passes in front of you inadvertently. In an instant, I changed from a junior to a senior. Sophomore, the name has changed, but really our hearts have not changed. Looking at the chrysanthemums outside the window, I couldn't help thinking of the two pots of chrysanthemums at home before. I think they should bloom in this season.
At that time, my favorite was these two pots of white chrysanthemums. I see them several times a day and take good care of them. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. At home, these two pots of autumn chrysanthemums have beautiful white flowers, adding a beautiful landscape to the home. Just like my sister and I, * * * do what we can for our family, share our worries for our parents, live in harmony, care for each other and take care of each other. Parents have endless things to do outside every day, so my sister and I almost undertake all the work at home. I can't cook, so my sister asked me to help with the dishes. I can't wash dishes at home, but my sister makes me cook with fire. In my spare time, my sister will teach me to do my homework. When I am naughty, my sister will criticize me ... However, the good times are always so short, and my house is washed down by the water. My sister, who is about to go to high school, had to give up her studies and go to the south to earn money, leaving me the opportunity to go to school. Since then, I have done everything at home.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. Now, I went to college and my sister got married, but the only thing that hasn't changed is those two chrysanthemums, but they are still alive …
Look at chrysanthemums and think about the past; Looking out the window, thinking about life. The long road of life is like a glass of wine, rich and weak, bitter and fragrant. We walk on the road of youth, close our hearts and hold our eyes high, but we are unwilling to ignore the people around us and the flowers and plants around us.
I came to the dormitory in Building 6, 1 19, which was a warm autumn season last year. The sunshine in autumn shines on our faces, which is a kind of light containing happiness and hope for several teenagers who have just stepped out of black June.
Freshman life is like a glass of water, separated by a film. Although in the same cup, there is an invisible boundary. Everyone has a story behind him, and everyone has his own strengths behind him. I like classical literature. There is a certain research on the couplets of Tang poetry and Song poetry. I have read a lot of books and have good writing skills. Dabao is a music student with good eloquence and strong leadership. Xiao Qiang's handwriting is good, he knows a lot of network knowledge and has a wide range of interpersonal relationships. Bao Xiao is humorous, generous and sincere.
However, everyone's heart grows in his own belly; Everyone's life has their own habits, and there will inevitably be friction in life. Bao Xiao and Xiao Qiang like smoking, while Dabao hates smoking. They are not allowed to smoke in the dormitory. Dabao likes to wear perfume, but we hate the smell of perfume; I like reading aloud, but they hate me reading aloud in the dormitory; Xiao Qiang likes to talk on the phone after lights out at night, but we complain that he disturbs our sleep. . . Everyone's living habits have something that makes others feel uncomfortable. Because of the lack of tolerance and understanding, over time, this has created a gap between us. Between Xiao Qiang and Dabao, there is a situation where opposites are not right. The personal contradiction between Bao Xiao and Dabao is sharp, and it is even more explosive. Bao Xiao complained bitterly and said, "I will never share a dormitory with him in my second year of high school" ... But I have been committed to my own affairs, and my relationship with everyone is basically neutral, neither too good nor too bad. No wonder our small dormitory will become a "three-legged" situation.
I remember it was an afternoon last weekend. Dabao is the only one in the dormitory. He just finished cleaning, so we didn't know to go outside to check the hygiene. Each of us entered the dormitory in turn and stepped on the floor that Dabao had just taken off. He was very upset. After saying a few words of indignation, our dormitory went into a cold war, but he didn't talk for a few days.
Today, our life is still going on, however, it is difficult for us to eat at the same table in the canteen. It's not because we can't touch it, but because of the phrase "No common goal, no common goal" …
I remember a sentence: "When you were a student, college life was the most unforgettable, and your roommate in college will be a valuable asset in your future life." Why don't we cherish this wealth? Nobody is perfect, and gold is barefoot. Everyone has his own advantages and disadvantages, and everyone will make mistakes sometimes. Since we live together, why can't we be more tolerant and understanding? Since we both own this small room, why can't we treat the dormitory as a "cozy nest" like home? Since we can meet thousands of miles away, why not cherish this wonderful college time? Meeting in the vast sea of people is a kind of fate, and gathering is a rare fate!
Buddha said: "Looking back 500 times in previous lives, I only passed you by in this life." Why don't we cherish this short college time?
Looking at this potted chrysanthemum in front of me, and then looking back at the invisible boundary hidden in my heart, and thinking about my life in the past year, I can't help asking myself: Chrysanthemum can add a luster to our dormitory, why can't our dormitory be regarded as our home?