University articles and prose journals (1) University is a double-edged sword for you.

Life starts here, and dreams grow from here; University is a paradise for strugglers and a hell for the down and out.

This is an era of great temptation and motivation, and it is also an era of communication between reality and dreams. Some people become famous overnight, some people are short-lived and some people die instantly. ...

The sky in the university is as vast as the sea, and our life is as beautiful as the waves. Once upon a time, our fiery declaration rose to sail and hunt; Once upon a time, our confidence in hitting the water flew under the vast blue sky; Once upon a time, our determination to cross the rubicon turned into eternal fireworks!

Enthusiastic June, all declared invincible myth. Silent drums sounded slowly, and the diffuse war broke out suddenly! This is a battlefield without smoke and swords. How many people have exhausted their talents is just a meteor across the sky. Beautiful as it is, they have no result. Bitterness and tears wither, inner sorrow and pain, or the end of life. "The future is life and death. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Where can I be sad? " That kind of helplessness is indescribable. Now that the drums have sounded, the war is pervasive. "War is life. Fight or die. " Yes, we can only move forward angrily.

Distant sparks will eventually start a prairie fire, and the good news of blood red floats with the wind, all telling the fragrance of to beno. 1. Perhaps the winner should be happy, but who can understand the desolation of the rest of his life? They are unfortunate and we are lucky. Who can understand clearly?

In the red leaves flying all over the sky, with the blessings of my parents, relatives and friends and their infinite dreams, I set foot on the distant train and waved my hand, leaving nothing but the dreams and passions of future generations, didn't I? I was addicted to myself in the excitement and indifference of others, and Huo Ran entered the world in my heart. Time is the best magician. A gentle wave of your hand, once a little, has long been unrecognizable. The glory of the past, pure dreams, bright future ... The truth of the past is gradually lost in the long river of history, leaving a heart lake where the spring breeze can't blow out half a ripple. I don't know whether we or they should be sad.

Life is helpless, helpless life. A month has passed ... a semester has passed ... a year has passed ... our dreams have been swaying and slipping, and we can no longer stand the storm and sink quietly in silence.

In a bustling city full of lights, debauchery and mystery, there is always a depraved person who is extremely depressed. Who doesn't feel sad to have a happy life today? Celebrity poets are like this. How can I not go with the flow and get drunk quietly? It turned out that the stormy heart gave up its last dignity and once fell to earth. ...

Perhaps, where there are human beings, there is depravity. Whether you admit it or not, this is a fact that you can't deny or deny. Everything in the world is the shield of two poles, just like: "life is the starting point of death, and death is the end of life;" And life is the end of death, and death is the starting point of life. "Life and death, death and life have the prosperity of the world. University, a part of this world, can't escape the law of everything after all. Some people take off from here, some people fall from here, and some people come with the wind from here. ...

Those days when I first entered the university were undoubtedly beautiful, especially the sunrise. After thousands of years of precipitation, there is a youthful and classical fragrance; Thousands of years of inheritance all exudes the vitality of ancient culture and contemporary civilization; Thousands of years of exchanges are the essence of compatible overseas culture and China culture. Vaguely, we were deeply attracted and threw ourselves into its arms. We are young, we are firm and we are brave. However, after all, we small people can't compete with the luxury of modern cities, and gradually sink, and there is no sunshine anymore. Compared with them, we seem to be unfortunate. But after all, there is no conclusion, and time soon forgets all this!

University, a paradise for forging ahead, is also a hell for the fallen!

Journal of University Prose (Ⅱ) —— University life that will eventually die

Whether it is network or reality, parting has always been an eternal theme. Speaking of parting scenes, fear, loss and disappointment are all in your eyes ...-Inscription.

I think that youth may be so happy and sad. We are happy because we are young and can do what we want without fear. Sad because if you are not careful, youth is like running water, flowing through your fingertips, and it is too late to regret if you want to go crazy again.

And how can I describe the mood at this moment? Regret? Expectation? Still not sad or happy?

I have been reluctant to leave too many topics, because I have experienced too much, so I am numb? Or because you are afraid to touch the frozen wound in your heart again? But now, I have to face this topic again.

I suddenly turned my head when I saw my seniors and sisters packing their bags in advance and dragging their long suitcases away from campus. This time next year, it will also be the time when I really leave the campus.

For an instant, I remembered my college life in the past four years, and there were too many things to tell. I don't have time to be a good student, listen to the lecturer in class, be knowledgeable and have a sense of humor; I didn't have time to sit in the study room of the school and feel the "rubbing" sound from the students around me burying their heads in their desks; I don't have time to get together with my old friends, sing, go shopping and drink, because some of them are scattered, not in a city, busy with work and can't see them at all.

It seems irrelevant whether I am a good student or not. Because, no matter what kind of student I am, I can't escape the scene of leaving, but the biggest difference is that, at least, if I love learning, at least I won't have too many regrets, and I have been lazy and bored, and I won't have the opportunity to attend classes again.

I remember the head teacher said to us, "You are lazy after 90. Usually, I think the class taught by the teacher is too boring, so I hide in the dormitory to sleep, play games, or go out for crazy play. Then, you are too sorry for your parents and yourself. When you step into the society, you will know what regret is. "

At that moment, we talked a lot and even laughed at the teacher for meddling. However, when I heard that many seniors and sisters were still studying hard to get the certificate because of carelessness at that time, I knew how stupid I was, but what was hateful was that I couldn't really put it into action, just muddle along and let it go.

As for where to go after graduation, I think I should leave it to my heart. Perhaps, only when we really hit a wall will we find out what is reality and what is survival of the fittest.

Although I still can't escape the day of saying goodbye, before I leave, I will seize the time to enjoy my time in college and do what I like, regardless of sadness or joy. This is my last freedom and happiness in college.

To my college life that is about to die, and to my youth that will eventually die.

Journal of College Prose (III) University Mood Tetralogy

Enter university

Another brand-new morning gradually appeared in the ringing alarm clock. When I breathe the freshest air in a day, I am intoxicated and forget all the troubles and helplessness around me. When Lang Lang's reading sound flashed in my ears, I seemed to have returned to that era of struggle, and I realized that the enrichment of struggle can only be realized after experience. When staying in the dormitory and lying in bed, there is a kind of emptiness and boredom across my mind.

Around the end of the world

Whether it is the panic of the earthquake or the commotion of the doomsday declaration; We should all keep a calm and peaceful heart to face the current uneventful life. Because we didn't predict the vision of tomorrow, and we didn't have the means to exorcise evil spirits and take refuge. Fantasy is dementia, a mind like water, and just behavior can show the spirit of awe.

After k song

The figure in a hurry shuttles on the spacious road, leaving a momentary mood, but not the ups and downs of life. The noisy city, the shouting crowd and the crazy songs release the anxiety and anger precipitated by time. I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. After my shadow rolled, I passed through the bright night sky and dusty history, and Li Taibai invited the bright moon to sing the unfortunate life together.

First taste failure

Quiet night, soft voice. Bleak white light, tired eyes, looking for memories of the past and exploring the road of tomorrow. Once strong, once tears, for whom to talk? Past sufferings sharpened the angular face, but could not erase the original ambitions and dreams. The direction of the heart is always that ethereal, distant place, even if the foot is rugged, it is still stubborn. Is it a mission on the shoulder or a fate?