The weeds of time climb the wall of discontented memories; The fallen leaves of time cannot turn yellow at heart; Graduation day is like a fish, swimming around in my mind. If branded with the "last" mark, everything in the world will become dignified in this heavy makeup parting: the last weekly report on FTP, the last regular meeting of Mingguang Building, the last revised draft in the mailbox, the last character typed on the keyboard, and the last dinner in the laboratory. ...
Four years ago, in the age of ignorance when white clothes were fluttering, I walked on the chrysanthemums gnawed by autumn wind, with the green hope of post and telecommunications personnel, brewing a sweet university dream, and began a journey filled with melancholy under the capital sky: bathing in the spring breeze by the Xiaoyue River, looking up at the sky in Times Square, and inspiring words in the laboratory. Jingjing campus, flowing water, the sound of books, students and teachers. Today, four years later, when I was holding this graduation thesis, I realized that time was running out, and the last assignment in the university was over. Suddenly I thought of a sentence in Jing M.Guo's How Many Flowers Fall in a Dream: "Unconsciously, we gradually grew up in the wind ..."
Wandering on the edge of parting, I will still be reluctant to part with it, still miss it, or be grateful. I thank my alma mater, Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications, for giving me good memories, for training my teachers day and night, and for my friends who have been walking side by side through the storm. It was you who gave me great courage, confidence and support, and you taught me to repay others with kindness.
Thanks to my tutor xxx, your diligent work style and rigorous and realistic academic attitude have always inspired me; You have cultivated my will to pay attention to theoretical innovation and independent thinking. Thank you, Mr. Wu, the dean of the Institute of Telecommunications Engineering and the production team of the school, for creating a good experimental environment for me, so that I can absorb the rich nutrition of the communication industry here. I am grateful to Mr. Yang from the Institute of Telecommunications for his personal guidance when I met with difficulties. I admire your strictness in your studies and your kindness to your students. It is difficult to preach and solve doubts, but it is difficult to sleep at night; It is difficult to add white hair to the case, which is a year of hurting the gods and reducing China; Morality is with you, and poetry and books are always sweet in your hands. Don't say that rough tea is light and rice is fragrant, and peaches and plums are fragrant all over the garden.
Thank you for guiding my senior xx, who has paid countless efforts and sweat for my growth and progress from the beginning of school to Fu Zi; In your diligent, meticulous and thoughtful teaching, I understand the attitude that should be adopted in learning. Thanks to WTI's brother Dr. Wu Tong, your academic guidance and spiritual strength have made me unforgettable in this life; Your achievements in the field of wireless communication are the eternal Everest in my heart. I am grateful to my senior sister in WSPNLab for her careful guidance in modeling, to my senior brother Li Ren for leading me into the door of DSP field, to my senior sister in Pan-network wireless communication laboratory for her patient guidance in programming, to my senior brother Xiong in multimedia communication center for his many help in software, and to my parents who are thousands of miles away for their support and greetings.
The graduation thesis represents the end of the college era. When it is finished, there will be a sense of mission, responsibility, accomplishment and loss. Here, I picked up all the footprints, which enriched my growing days and made the quiet blue in my heart forever bloom ... When my youth was scattered all over the place, I seized a little time and touched a sealed but meaningful chord in my heart. My gratitude will last longer with the passage of time, Mika. You don't need to remember it deliberately, but you will always inadvertently think of the laboratory, the dormitory, the lawn, the group of people, those things, the record of playing with the watch for more than 90 hours a week, and the traces left by the spring and summer of 22 years old. ...
Hold hands in the wrong way, care about each other and tell the truth. Looking back suddenly, I shed a thousand tears yesterday. Sending the breeze and the bright moon from afar, strolling through Tang and Song poetry, wandering in sadness and joy. In the postal garden, the deeper the friendship. I won't go, Jin Zun Jiu, the word is bleak. Men are determined to win, with a long road ahead and high spirits. Learn to be a hero, rain or shine, and shoot Sirius with a bow. Clear sky Wan Li, eagle surprises!