I am a fresh graduate of 20 14. On the night after graduation, we were in the dormitory corridor, guessing the code word with the breezes and beer peanuts. In such a cheerful atmosphere, no one is allowed to mention "graduation" because it was a period of youth, sadness and disappointment. We had a drink that night. We are leaving the next day. We sent many people to the station, but we didn't let others send us, because parting is the most unbearable pain, and I thought it was growth for the time being. I chose the penultimate dormitory to leave, which was also helpless, because a buddy in the dormitory was so high last night that he got up the next day and missed the last bus back. He left without saying hello. Silently, he took some photos as a souvenir while walking on the campus road. The school gate of the teaching building, football field, basketball court and teaching building, I know it will be deserted next time, and the new campus has been built and will be moved next year. The moment I walked out of school, I really forgot my nose, blindfolded and couldn't bear to look back. Alma mater is a place where you scold eight times a day but no one is allowed to scold! Only when you are ready to leave, will you find that you will regret not seeing every scene on campus carefully. There are my happy or regretful past, my hurried back, my efforts to study at night without exams, and my sweat fighting for collective honor. I will never forget the memory of this life without regrets.