The first essay: 2065438+2007 tearful university graduation essay Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, and it is another graduation season. Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
Looking through the familiar photo albums, looking at the familiar smiling faces, thinking about the beautiful past, and listening to the songs of the first deskmate, you will see scenes of your youth and persistence. We are a group of children with dreams, children running towards the sun, always moving towards the distance.
A few days ago, I was dragged by my good brother to take photos of graduation photo's seniors. Looking at the way they stood in front of the camera in their bachelor uniforms, I remembered that we were together, standing in front of the camera with a sad face, waiting for the photographer to shoot graduation photo. That was a whole year ago. Now, when I look at my seniors, I feel a little lost and more depressed. Graduating every year is a relief for some people, but a pain for others. Parting is hard to avoid. As we all know, behind seemingly glamorous scenes, there are often more vivid or touching scenes. From coming to the National People's Congress to now, my mood can be described as ups and downs, from the very beginning.
We began to grow up year by year, from the primary school brothers and sisters in the eyes of others to the seniors. What a changeable thing! Time is easy to get old, but what about the heart? What about the time? When time is old, our hearts are always moving forward, rushing to the front, breaking through the unknown fog and breaking through the uneasiness in our hearts. I don't know what happened these two days. I always like to study on the fifth floor and have classes on the fifth floor, because I won't feel depressed. More importantly, I can stand by the window and look at the photos of the farm at the end of the canopy in the distance. Although there are mountains after mountains in the distance, my thoughts can cross the mountains and float to the end of the vast mountains to see the distant scenery.
The wind by the window rubs my hair wantonly and rushes into my chest without fear. There is a voice of shaking clothes in my ear, which seems helpless and tells unusual bits and pieces, just like my mood at the moment, with a little intoxicating eyes, watching the vicissitudes of the world at the end of prosperity. Sometimes, I always wonder, what is the purpose of our coming into this world? Is it money, fame and fortune, or a fairy? I'm confused, yeah. Maybe some people don't know why all their lives. However, the reality often reminds me of those touching moments in the past, as well as those sincere feelings and thinking about the future. Where should we go? Do you want to continue these boring lives and do the same things every day, or do you want to live in your own dreams and succeed little by little?
After spring, the south wind committed suicide, and the summer sun was like fire. Although it is very hot in summer, at this time of year, I think many people can't get hot. What should I do? Is it time to compete with each other? Or go with the flow? After graduating from senior year, do you want to continue your graduate studies or go out to find a job and live a stable life? These things always remind us vagrants that these pressures have marked our shoulders and witnessed our trauma over the years. However, perhaps many years later, we are not who we are now, and life is no longer who we are now. We may be proud to say: If I had known today, why not suffer more? Isn't it?
Today, I was walking alone on my way to the classroom. There is a thick fragrance of flowers floating in the sky, lingering on my nose. Remember the bluestone road we walked together in those years. On that road, between sunrise and sunset, we sat quietly on the small stone steps beside the flower beds, smelling the flowers in the sky, holding a book, wondering whether we will remain so innocent after next year, and the scale of time is beating the river of years. That summer, I kept telling myself whether it was time to stop writing and let go of this habit. Unfortunately, the habit became natural, and I always inadvertently wrote down that faint sadness and all kinds of past events. I used to love writing poems, but what's the use? I am the one who can write poetry, but unfortunately there is a person who doesn't understand poetry. In this way, my graduation season ended perfectly in those bleak times. Today, although I write a poem, the people in that poem are different from before. I began to be infatuated with the feeling of writing articles and master my own ideas. I can write a different life, write someone else's graduation season and read other people's stories.
This year, we have all changed. Although I have been reluctant to admit that I have changed, it is true. I don't care as much as before, and I don't let myself get lost. I can see myself clearly. I couldn't before, but now I can.
Graduation season, take this article to pay tribute to the barren years and time!
Chapter 2: Gardenia, 20 17 tearful essay on college graduation, is full of fragrance, and when I graduate every year, in this faint and astringent season, I turn the only memory left in my heart into a pure fragrance through the early summer morning breeze, which is faint and faint in this season. The fragrance of gardenia is filled with the unique parting of this season. The fragrance of flowers mingled with mood. Through the slight morning breeze in early summer, I will pick up my memories again, and our stories will emerge in my mind.
My sunset, your face, whose one-third year! It is said that everyone is sad at least one third of the time every year, and during this one third of the time, thanks to your company, I have gained sunny days and smiling faces in your little sun. Over the years, looking back on our youth, we struggled, we hesitated, and finally we laughed. With the blooming of gardenia season after season, I graduated and separated again and again. Today, in this June, the night when gardenia is fragrant, I turn the memories buried in my heart into the beating words of this book through this flowing vernacular, and write down the days that you and I have walked together.
? Men don't flick when they have tears! ? I still remember your graduation information, a brief encouragement, a blessing look, your face and your smile have been deeply imprinted in my heart, and your cheerful personality. It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to say a word of blessing to you. We have entered our respective junior high schools in a hurry, and have left some regrets in our hearts since then, only remembering that the flowers were so shy that year.
? 250 yuan. ? I still remember that day, with the end of the bell, our books for three years were sold at low prices, three years of time and three years of pressure. Every moment of every day, we get up early and go to bed late, and there is no such nervous tension. Now, watching it become the wine money on our lunch table, I have an indescribable peace, whether it is voluntary or high-level, whether it is good or bad, at this moment.
No matter how much we leave, no matter how much we leave, tomorrow we still have to pack our bags and go back to our native land to start a business. Go our separate ways, and don't know when we can be together. All I remember is that you were drunk that night. Naive, we always thought that social friendship could not stand the test of time and difficulties, so we learned to cherish it at the last moment of parting. Tonight, I only remember that the flowers around us are so sad!
All good things must come to an end. June is graduation season. We have too many regrets and too many stories, which can't be expressed in words at this moment. I only remember that you, me and him met in one campus after another, and finally ran to their respective futures with the tears of gardenia in June. Although sometimes the meeting between people is tantamount to turning an ordinary alley and meeting an ordinary person, with the passage of time, graduation is still a variety of scenes and scenarios.
Gardenia smells good, another year of graduation!
Chapter 3: 20 17 tearful college graduation essay Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and in a blink of an eye, it is graduation season, and our hearts begin to accelerate. Graduation means that we are about to leave our alma mater and enter the society, and we are more attached to the feelings and friendship between teachers and students. In the past three years, our profound friendship has been integrated into our blood, and tears are in our eyes to commemorate this deep affection.
Graduation season, another term in the network, is also called breakup season, which is also a realistic problem that many lovers have to face. If they are separated, what will their relationship maintain, just a phone call? I think, in this inseparable season, we are still too young and we all have our own dreams. If a couple is still deadlocked on the border of separation and non-separation, it is better to make up your mind, which is good for both sides. Points must always be divided, so that each can achieve something on its own track. Because some achievements need to put aside feelings, and you can make a difference with your whole heart. Parting is only a temporary parting, so that both parties can understand that it is time to take responsibility for their love, instead of kissing me freely, regardless of pure love in the future. I believe that there is a kind of love that can stand separation and last forever. Because separation is only the separation of distance, if the heart is connected, can love be broken?
Graduation season can actually be said to be the harvest season. In college, we study professional knowledge and life skills with great care. It's time to practice in the society, so as to prove that we are college students. In the three years of college, we have been rolling and crawling in the long river of knowledge, exploring the mysteries in the book, just to learn a skill and make contributions to society in the future. No matter whether we learn well or not, we have come step by step and accumulated some useful knowledge more or less. I remember that when I was in high school, my teacher said something to me, which I still remember. He said that knowledge changes fate. His six-character motto has been deeply imprinted in my mind, which is why I used it to motivate myself in college. It's a pity that I didn't have enough ability in college and didn't complete my original plan to enter college. What I regret most is that I have passed all the bonuses and honors. Perhaps the only thing that can really prove that I was a college student on graduation day is my diploma. Besides, no matter how others return home with a full load, I just want to say to myself that what I lost in college is what I got. I understand that what I lost in college will never be found again, because time will not allow. But it honed my will and taught me to look at society and the world with a normal heart.
What else can I say in graduation season? The end of students' life and the beginning of life should also prove our arrival in the world. We put down our schoolbags, picked up our briefcases and entered the first stop of our lives: work.
When I wrote this, my eyes were red, and everything in the university was vivid. No matter to my classmates or teachers, no matter to my younger siblings, I have a trace of feelings that I can't give up. When I saw you again, I forgot the pain and couldn't remember any unhappiness, because I love you and your lovely smile.