Leaning against the window, bored, holding his chin in his left hand and unconsciously holding the windowsill in his right hand. Outside the window, yellow and green, only a few leaves are almost bare, and the trunk of buttonwood is thin in this southern winter. Under the tree, leaves pile up and the wind blows, just like a golden butterfly, dancing lightly and beautifully.

Time, like a fallen leaf, slips away quietly until it is realized that it has long since ceased to exist. Three months in the blink of an eye. Time is not long, less than a semester, very short. The previous enthusiasm for the university gradually faded with the passage of time. As strong as the leaves of a buttonwood tree, the green has faded to grayish yellow. Now, my university is like a cup of warm water, neither too hot nor too cold, and my passion has faded.

Think of that time, really some regrets. I only accepted the baptism of the college entrance examination a few months ago, and then I entered the university gate. Holding a bag in his hand, he followed his parents with luggage. My slightly immature face is filled with joy and I look around with curiosity and excitement. The road before us seems to be very long and endless. The trees on both sides of the road are really green, and green will drown people. People keep coming and going, some of them are like me, my parents accompany me to school, and some of them are seniors and sisters, helping with luggage and receiving new students.

Report for duty, pay money, collect daily necessities, and find a dormitory. Under the guidance of a senior, I kept wandering, stopping, stopping. I talked to him in my poor Mandarin from time to time along the way, but I still felt good about myself. In the evening, a person is lying in a newly made bed, somewhat in a trance. Although I am tired all day, I can't sleep at this time. Looking back on this day, in the fog, I haven't recovered from the fact that I am already a college student. Tossing and turning like this, the first night of college ended like this.

Next, students will enroll new students and sign up in a hurry. Right away, interview. Standing on the stage, under the attention of my seniors and sisters, my nervous voice trembled and I mechanically repeated my self-introduction over and over again. Senior questions, some sharp, at a loss to twist the hem of the clothes. Slurred speech, confused thinking, confused answers. Hearing the sentence "You can go out first" from the senior, if you are granted amnesty, you can't wait to say "Goodbye, Senior and Senior" and run away by sliding the door.

First reporter's day, first time on stage. Ten days of rehearsal, stepping on the melody, repeated over and over again, from disorder to calm. Standing on the stage, the face with slight makeup is expressionless, even if it asks for a smile. The melody sounded and waited quietly. At that moment, I took the first step nervously, like floating in the air step by step, without any sense of reality, but still trying to step on the beat.

Three months, bit by bit, just like a movie, the color screen flashed and dazzled, but it was not without traces. The strangeness at the beginning has already become familiar, and habits have begun to become natural. Gradually, my enthusiasm faded, and I began to look at the scenery around the campus calmly and sit in the library reading. Three months to complete the transformation, completed the first experience of the university.