Time flies, and youth walks on the bank of time, drifting away. Early summer is coming again, and the pace of July is getting closer and closer. In a blink of an eye, four years of college life is coming to an end and a new journey is about to begin. Here, I spent four years of youth and innocence, and four years of forgetting, which will be a wonderful memory in my life.
In September of XX, I was just an ignorant teenager, but now I have changed a lot and become strong and confident. I remember the first moment I stepped into the campus, I felt a burst of disappointment, and I was a little disappointed to think that I would spend my college life here. In the next few days, I tried to adjust. I comforted myself that it was destiny takes a hand to come here to go to school, right? Is it safe when it comes? So I decided to cherish college life, cherish every minute and love my alma mater in the future. As it turns out, during these four years of college life, I am also trying to practice.
In the past four years, many professors and teachers in the school have tirelessly taught us and passed on the torch of knowledge to us, laying the foundation for my future work. They are a bright light, guiding my future direction.
Here, I met college students from all corners of the country. It is also a kind of fate that everyone is gathered here. Four-year-old classmate, Ru Mo, can be described in a few words? Friendship is wealth, which will accompany me for decades until the end of my life.
I witnessed the growth of the college, from an old campus with a small campus to a brand-new campus surrounded by Xinghai. Seeing its growth, I feel a kind of joy, because I have deep feelings for my alma mater in the past four years.
Opportunity, like time, is fair to everyone. The key is whether we can catch it. The opportunity has come, if you don't have strength, you will only lose the opportunity in vain. In my spare time, I constantly enrich myself, improve my literary accomplishment and improve my cognitive level. The school library has given me spiritual food for growth and enriched my college life. Whenever I study at night, when I walk on campus, I look at the long and short figure under the street lamp and think about the future, which will inevitably lead to infinite yearning for the future.
Universities provide us with the freedom and space to show ourselves, but also care for us, so that we can fly freely and hone our wings in the future sky. In college, I learned how to persist, how to work hard, how to struggle, how to pay and how to give up. It is a bridge for you to mature, and it is the foundation for me to go to society.
Maybe I made some mistakes, maybe I lost my way, maybe I stayed somewhere without making progress, maybe I let the teacher down. These many shortcomings, along with those unpleasant things, will wander in my long history after the baptism of time and the washing of memory. When I think back, the smile on my lips is the best interpretation of this.
Life is real, everyone is ordinary, ordinary. Dreams are like kites, which can fly far in the sky, but if you pursue too much, it is inevitable to fall. Therefore, it is better to be down to earth. Maybe when we left, we said with a simple bag that we seemed to have left something behind, but we couldn't remember what it was. Perhaps, this faint loss will accompany me for a long time. This period of my youth, these fellow travelers, an era created by us hand in hand, these are my most precious things, and I can't take them away. They will stay on campus forever.
? How can I get a fragrant plum without any cold? In fact, the road you have traveled is not smooth. In our study and life, we will inevitably encounter some difficulties and setbacks. However, in the face of difficulties and setbacks, we should dare to struggle and climb bravely. We should not give up on ourselves and complain about others, nor should we waste our youth in the colorful soap bubbles of self-liberation imagined by ourselves. ? Frustration is wealth, experience is owned, not your own, so don't force it! ?
Willow withered, peach blossom withered, when it became green again, but my four years at my alma mater are gone forever, when it bloomed again. There is only a precious memory, an unforgettable friendship and an unforgettable experience.
Excerpts from 200-word university graduation speeches? Movie-like life, endless continuation, romantic interpretation of extremely indifferent urban life everywhere, tender feelings full of gentle traps, tired words full of chilling voices. Even childhood friends can't find the joy of long separation. When I grow up, I suddenly look back, everything is so pale and powerless ~ ~ ~ I don't know why I graduated, and I don't have full marks in my heart, but what surrounds me is. It's like going swimming, just about to get into the water, eager to try, feeling a little scary, but being able to get into the water is an inevitable result. Looking back on my college career, four years, the most youthful and beautiful time, I have no nostalgia. My studies are so lofty and unrealistic. Love is so superficial, and people are becoming more and more indifferent. I don't know whether pessimism is playing tricks on me or I am nostalgic for it.
A beautiful university campus is a place where those of us who have left the campus wake up in the middle of the night, unable to touch, and infinitely sad. A few years later, if we can still remember that time, maybe it is not unforgettable, nor does it belong to forever, but just a memory that records the growth experience.
July will be a sunny and sad day. Another group of senior three students put on their bachelor hats and waved goodbye to the university campus and their classmates who have been together for four years with tears, and went their separate ways. This is a parting with tears in laughter. All the unpleasantness and so-called contradictions in the university will disappear in the tears and farewell at the station, leaving only memories for each other. Time flies too fast. Four years ago, I graduated from college and came to Jilin to join their university. At that time, I had just finished my student days and started working, but they started the happiest time in their lives. In a blink of an eye, four years later, they have to go to work again. I am very happy to watch them grow up. Flowers are similar every year, but people are different. Looking back on my four-year teaching career, I suddenly found that I had taught so many students, and I felt very fulfilled.
In the summer of May, only memory is wet. We are not plants, and we can't live endlessly in this land. Youth drifts in the wind outside the window. The kite made of glass fell and gave the last short cry for help. Who will save us? The water bottle is lying in the corner, full of dust. It's almost time to go. No one is so diligent. He would rather be thirsty than go to the water room to fetch water. The smile of the handsome star beside the bed is pale, like a withered girl without sadness. The room is still the same disturbing old song, the voice is so poor that it can hardly be sung.
The words on the graduation thesis, like ants, crawled back to their homes. Either we stay or we leave, the city where we have stayed for four years is still unfamiliar.
So-and-so went to work, so-and-so signed a contract, so-and-so found a fat job, so-and-so was? Repatriation? Go to a distant hometown. Everything is told in a calm tone. Nothing can cause a little excitement. The last few months of my senior year were a backwater.
A friend who finally got into graduate school sincerely said to me: boring? After receiving the notice she had been dreaming of, she quietly brought a basin of clothes and washed them. There are always kind roommates who turn off the tap water in the bathroom. And time can't be closed, although we say nothing.
The cicada hasn't sung yet, and our hearts have already begun to sing. After all, we are still young.
Late at night, it rang noisily, and the aunt who cleaned the corridor began to mop the floor. Several distant curses came from upstairs, but it seemed that God was speaking. Turn over and fall asleep again. Leave anger to freshmen and burnout to yourself.
Everyone is lazily lying in bed, no longer going to the classroom, no longer attending classes, even if the lecture is given by a witty professor. I don't go to the library, although there are 300 thousand books in the library. Lying in bed is free. If you can't stand it, throw martial arts and love under the bed.
This is a spacious and narrow campus.
The campus can't shrink to the sole and take it away. The sheets were whitewashed. The teacher's criticism and praise were forgotten. Because we live there.
Kundera said that a party is a farewell.
On the eve of graduation, the small restaurant was crowded with graduates, shouting to persuade them to drink, and silently drank it up. In fact, only in this kind of drunkenness before graduation will everyone reveal their true self.
Get drunk for the first time. It turns out that the taste of drunkenness is so uncomfortable, I can't sleep, I can't stand, and my brain is a windmill that stops turning.
The proprietress said that such a scene would appear in May and June every year, and she was used to it. For graduates, this is the last carnival.
Some people suggested burning textbooks, mainly for postgraduate study, but not many people responded. More people move their books to the dormitory and sell them cheaply, one yuan and two yuan each. In fact, they don't expect these old books to sell much income like new books or books that have been turned to pieces. They want to experience the envy and admiration of their younger brothers and sisters, as if they were happy and great after graduation.
Graduates no longer write home. Every time I call, I lazily cope with a few words. This doesn't mean that they don't love their parents, they just can't find a better expression. Graduates love their mothers more than freshmen. Freshmen love girlfriends or boyfriends, and graduates who have experienced ups and downs know that the cutest thing is mom.
The cottage in my hometown and the dormitory on campus, two photos overlap.
Where is the real home?
Where can I feel at home?
What kind of life do you want? This is Danny Chan's song.
What kind of life do you want? This is the song of the graduates.
So many philosophical works have not answered this question. In the hurry between two and one, there is no time to think about this problem at all. Test scores, rankings and scholarships are part of people's lives. Passing by, indifference and muddling along are all other people's lives.
Both lives are the same. It is better to mock yourself than to mock each other. Test papers are like hay, green and yellow, yellow and green. Recalling the scene when I racked my brains to give the teacher a question, every graduate wanted to laugh.
How did you get to senior three? It's a mosquito net that can mark the eyes of senior three, and it's a place where porcelain falls off the lunch box. And ourselves, what have we lost? Unfortunately, we are not mosquito nets or lunch boxes. In the mirror, we are still that ugly face, but our eyes are dim.
Take another look at the campus, only to find that the campus is as strange as the Grand View Garden. In fact, I have never been to many places I thought I was familiar with. This last time I walked by, I found many scenery and secrets.
Do you want to take a picture of wearing a bachelor's robe and a bachelor's hat? Are expressions and actions more solemn or funny?