Memories of Youth on Campus: Memories of my college life.
There will always be a youth memorial in life, which is about the traces of youth and the dream of burning our youth. What disappeared was our youth and ignorance. I think university is a feast of youth, full of all kinds of delicious food. Only those who cross the river of youth can taste the ups and downs, and this is how the youth home show in my university was spent. Thanks to the four years of college life, I have gained a lot about family, friendship and life path.
Love from you, me and her roommate.
I still remember the fear and joy when I walked into the university campus. It was the first time I left home and really walked into a strange environment, facing strange people and countless unknown fears. Fear of military training, fear of not getting along well with roommates, and fear of many things. Do we all feel this way at this time? When I saw my first roommate, the Shandong girl with poor Mandarin sat there reading for nothing, looking at the girl who thought she was very quiet, but when you really got in touch with her, you would find that all this was a lie. She is really good at disguising and lies to all of us almost at any time. In these four years, we slowly discovered the real her. Be gentle once in a while, that's just for strangers, and often be violent, which is recognized by everyone. She is a little boyish, just like a big sister who takes care of all of us. We all say that whoever marries her is a blessing. My only regret is that I will be sentimental if I put up with her occasional small violence. What is the purpose of talking about life? She gave us an answer that made everyone laugh. "To survive" has always been a joke in our dormitory. It is such an optimistic and cheerful Shandong girl who spent four years in college with me. Brought me countless laughs. I didn't realize that only the friendship in my student days is the truest and purest, without any impurities. It will really care about you, your joys and sorrows, and your life gains and losses.
Some people say that you are good friends because you have the same experience, the same hobbies and many similarities. Perhaps because of these, my deskmate has become my good friend. She taught me a lot, made me no longer feel lonely, and drove away all my worries and fears. When I was in high school, I was a little autistic and didn't want to communicate with others. So I didn't realize what I had missed until I walked into the university campus. That was my high school friendship, the purest friendship of the times. My family is also very worried about me, afraid that I will not adapt to campus life. Until I saw the chubby little girl, I seemed to see another self, but the child was much more beautiful. We have amazing similarities, the same family environment, many brothers and sisters. The family is not very rich. We introduced each other, as if we had brought each other closer in an instant. I did a lot of stupid things in college, but we enjoyed it. We will eat a bowl of hot mala Tang in snowy winter, and then walk in the snow with ice cream. We will sit in the campus garden and embroider cross-stitch with strong wind. In order to lose weight, we will only eat cucumbers for one day. In order not to waste food, we will risk bursting our stomachs and eat a catty of jiaozi. We did many stupid things together, but we also had many happy memories. She also taught me many things, such as how to choose good quality clothes, how to reduce prices, how to make up and so on. As if he were a treasure chest with countless good things hidden. Until now we are not together, she will silently care about me, tell me how to get to the workplace, and worry about whether I am happy in this job. Maybe this is a lifelong friendship.
One bridge and two worlds.
University is a bridge, connecting society and campus. These are two completely different worlds, but some people say that your performance in college is an answer to society. University is a small society, and it is an early exercise to enter the society. University is really a place where people grow and enrich themselves. I not only learned knowledge here, but also exercised my ability to deal with people. If you want to succeed, you can't study blindly. You must have good interpersonal relationships, admirable talents, learn to flatter and so on. The university is a big classroom, which teaches you many things that you never disdain to do. He let us grow up slowly. When you enter the society, you will find that the university is just a drop in the ocean compared with the society. If you want to survive, you must learn to accept everything you don't like and endure all the tests of life. In short, the road to society is not easy, especially for honest people, it will be more difficult. There are also many beautiful things in the university, that is, students with innocent smiling faces, knowledgeable and humorous teachers, a regular life, a quiet and spacious study room and a library with a large number of books. These things are still in my memory.
Thank you for the way I have traveled, and thank those who have paid silently along the way. Even though I can only recall my college life from memory now, I am grateful for my past life because they have given us a lot of wealth. Let me go further and further with this wealth.
Thank you for the way I have traveled, and thank those who have paid silently along the way. Even though I can only recall my college life from memory now, I am grateful for my past life because they have given us a lot of wealth. Let me go further and further with this wealth.
Memories of youth in university campus: never give up youth.
The wind is surging, and the bell rings quietly. I don't know how many times there are classes on campus, classes. Later, when we were busy on campus, time passed quickly. How many memories of campus youth does a university graduation album carry?
The dream of four years ago needs to go further now, a fruit that matures quietly on a tree on campus, just like our present situation. Some people say that it is better to miss each other than to meet each other. In the commemorative photo, think about the former campus. I always think it is best to meet my classmates, so I'd better go back to school and take a familiar road. We're leaving this summer anyway. However, our Hongzhi campus will always be my memories of youth.
In June this year, we relived the past events that have passed away and tasted the happy growth that we have been with for four years. This may make you and I know how to cherish our classmates and cherish every day at school. Four years have passed, fleeting things, time has passed, but we left the most real memories. If the meeting four years ago was just a chance of destiny takes a hand, then four years later, although today's departure is inevitable, we have forged a heavy friendship.
When we graduated, we had left a youthful memory in our hearts. We will embark on a more challenging life journey with deep attachment to the university and infinite vision for the future. We will bid farewell to this student era on campus. We will leave 1000 bits and pieces day and night. We will be baptized by wind and rain. After all, on tomorrow's journey, I can't imagine the taste of separation is so bleak. We must say goodbye to our classmates strongly. We firmly believe that we will meet again soon.
Memories of Youth in University Campus: To my riddled youth.
When I look up at the blue sky wall in despair, I occasionally think of the time when it was warm and cold. When I was young, I wrote lines of childish sentences under the cold white light of the desk lamp every night, laughing happily and crying painfully. I believe there must be a kind of love in this world, and I try to resist the immersion of the dirty world with that once bright boy.
Later, time shattered. In the face of reality, my paranoia is only a little vague. I thought the deep-rooted injury was just a drop in the ocean, and all the warmth and beauty were gone. I can only see the illusion of crossing time and space once. I want to tell myself that recalling the past is cowardly and futile, so I finally recognize this dirty and noisy world and the so-called happy ending in fairy tales.
From then on, I will always lie on the windowsill, looking at the lonely sky and the thin and messy starlight in my world on a deserted night.
It took me three years to build a city, a city that is not impregnable, but enough to protect me from the sun and rain, the wind and the sun, and the knife cuts first frost.
It took me three years to understand the world, and I know that in the future, we will all walk around in debauchery.
I had a dream for three years and tried to forget it when I woke up, so now I can't remember whether it is black and white or multi-tone.
A long time has finally bleached my lack of youth. Tang imprinting, I finally saw the light on the edge of dusk and darkness, and pieced myself together in the broken memory. And you have disappeared from my reach, leaving only an incomprehensible brush stroke in the blue sky and an invisible image in the wind blowing between the shadows.
I am a secretly sick child. You never know whether I am happy or hurt under a smiling face. I became silent, with a gentle and forbearing smile on my lips. It seems that with the passage of time, I can no longer see my unruly.
Once upon a time, when I loved, I had to love sadness. If I can't be gorgeous, then there is only sadness.
When he falls in love with others and is with others, I will suffocate. My confused thoughts will seize my soul like ivy feet. I love him, very much, but now I won't say it. I want him to fester and get sore, leaving an indelible scar in my heart to record this young man who spread Xiang Lian in my life.
I was suddenly shocked in my meditation, only to find that the red leaves and plums on campus were already in full bloom, the flying flowers raised by the evening breeze and the spring buds picked up by the sunset all sighed faintly in the great softness: spring had arrived early, but people did not feel it. But I also want to pick up a bunch of fallen flowers under the red plum tree.
Yunshan is heavy, the heart is Wan Li, what's going on in the world, and the heart is young.
Lonely wry smile overflowed the corners of my mouth. When I opened my arms to pick up the remaining elegance on the tree, I suddenly understood that if you don't go against the trend, you will never be the same again.
Memories turned into a cup of dirt scattered around my besieged city, which made me sleep with my grave on my pillow.
Memories of youth on campus: to youth.
Young and frivolous, we are no longer the same.
Everyone's youth is a gorgeous dream, which is both real and illusory and fascinating. Sweet fruits, blooming flowers and beautiful fairy tales are the youth that everyone yearns for, and everyone has such dreamlike youth.
My youth grew up in the rainy season. I like flowers and the sea. The colorful sea of flowers and the emerald blue sea are so beautiful and moving, like fairies in fairyland and fairies in mythology. Thin raindrops fall, fall on my shoulders, fall on my hair, and water droplets still hang on my hair. I am moist and bright after the rain. I like the feeling of being beautiful and refined, pure and quiet, which will make me feel unprecedented comfort and peace of mind. Not long ago, I walked through a grassland, where birds and flowers were singing and flowers were singing, and lilies of the valley and finches were blooming. If you look closely, you can also find the starry sky with dewdrops and forget-me-not. At the end of the sky, it is a golden bird of paradise, emitting sacred brilliance.
At the seaside, I can feel the touch of the sea breeze. Walking barefoot on the beach without shoes, the pink and golden sand under your feet meet together, which is particularly beautiful. Unconsciously, the sand gradually got wet and bowed his head. Layers of shallow waves go ashore, and rolls of white sea flowers fluctuate with each other and are full of vitality. If you are lucky, you can find a small and exquisite conch. The spiral pattern of coils is very beautiful. When you put them in your mouth and blow them gently, the call from the sea will ring, long, pure and bright. When you put it in your ear, the whistle at the bottom of the sea will ring, crisp and clear, light and fragrant.
Our youth is like the fruits of summer.
Our youth, like a train, has no platform. We can't go back when we get on it, and it will never come back.
To our ignorant youth.
Memories of youth on campus: When youth is no longer young.
Youth is a beautiful poem. Let's express our inspiration to the fullest.
Youth is sometimes a helpless poem, because we are ignorant, we have never grown up and never really let beautiful flowers bloom on the fertile soil of youth.
Youth is our best years, and we all expect the most beautiful years to meet the most beautiful Ta, but life always makes people feel that our youth is about to die.
Once ignorant, I suddenly became rational, mature and realistic, as if I had crossed centuries in an instant and re-examined myself in that year. Then pour out to the shadow around us: it turns out that the poems of youth have been squandered by us.
Maybe some people are different. They can locate themselves as early as possible, find their own direction and work hard for it. Maybe they will find the true meaning of life before us. However, we are still telling ourselves that we are still young and we should take advantage of our youth to have fun for several years.
The dormitory in the university is the place where we degenerate. When we are confused, we will choose to go back to the dormitory. The days when we play games are also in the dormitory. We coldly skipped classes, threw our studies aside and stayed in the dormitory. Otaku's life is so empty, lonely and cold. Although the temperature outside is over 40 degrees, it seems that there is a thick layer of dust in our hearts, and we even feel that we are young and strange.
We always think about how to keep the university from being abandoned, but we never think about how to make ourselves work hard now. We always think about how to make the beautiful life on TV appear in our future, but we refuse to believe that we are not as good as successful people. It seems that we always think that the future life will be natural, and our beauty and happiness will come one day.
Yes, this is our youth, our helpless youth full of fantasy. We can't imagine how we will face ourselves at that time many years later. We recall our youth, but there seems to be nothing most worthy of nostalgia. Even one day, we forgot that we were over 18 years old and had a foolish time.
Maybe we are worthy of forgiveness, because we have no pressure of life, no compulsion of life, and no gift of life. We feel that we are still young and have time, and we are used to our current behavior, because others seem to be the same.
Others have their own paths and lives. When one day others suddenly become mature and steady, will we let ourselves enter the state immediately? Our impetuousness makes us unable to recognize the reality, our profligacy makes us indifferent, and our recklessness makes us unable to see ourselves many years ago. We are young, and we have to face the youth that will eventually die.
We have energy and passion. We can go to bed at two o'clock every day and get up on time. Our life is full of vitality, but we use this passion in useless places.
Imagine, after many years, can we still get together to play all-night games? After all these years, do we still have time to think about whose gossip? We all live for ourselves, but it seems that our life will steal the shadow of others, and it is also the most comfortable aspect. We long for happiness, but we don't know how to create it. We know that life is not easy, but we dare not really face it.