The campus is full of fragrance, but you are walking towards the edge in this flower scroll. You are willing to thank the campus for not giving up, but time has already hurried to your side. You sigh, the flowers bloom in half a summer, and she says, look at the Heaven; You smile, black and white as long as the time flows, she lean, remember the youthful eyes; Your sex is like a fire, she was cold and frosty. However, neither you nor she noticed. Nearby, one heart after another was trembling ceaselessly. It seemed that you were imagining the confused look again and again after a year. Soon after that, you lost the qualification to study in the study room, the qualification to walk leisurely in the campus, the original youth of students, student ID card, campus card, the Keys of the dormitory were cut off by the time-killing knife, the wailing of green onion. You tore up all Zhang Yongle’s high mathematics, Zhang Jian’s reading, and political tutorial books, I also threw the tutorial book compiled by the public servants and the career, the review book of bank qualification from the sixth floor to the first floor relentlessly, even like those predecessors last year, senior students put on their broken wedding dresses and left their reluctant shadows in every corner of the university. Six sisters put on their beautiful wedding dresses to marry their first night of their lives to Unforgettable youth. Then, at the moment when the camera froze and you threw the cap to the sky, you could hear flowers and tears, sunshine and dust from every brick in the most magnificent, towering and top gate in Asia, and the endless silence of the curtain soon after, you walked on the rainbow bridge across the East-West Campus, on the Queqiao bridge which had been walking for four years, suddenly, I think of the “River in the North” I read in the first year, which is ideal, failure, disillusionment, enthusiasm, tiredness, touching, contempt, happiness and pain, accompanied by the surging water of the Northern River, the striking of the crisp floating ice, the pain of the body and the sharpening of the emotion, they all rushed together and turned into a lasting melody, a young and enthusiastic song, oh! Isn’t this river in the north the river of fantasy, enthusiasm and youth? Suddenly Looking back, this is not Cambridge, but standing on the fertile soil which is praised as the Pearl of Jiangbei. You can’t take away a cloud color with a wave of your sleeves, but you have taken away the memory of four years, those kinship, friendship and love soon after, when you sit in the spacious classroom for the last time, you will surely think of many teachers’ voices. Perhaps, these teachers don’t remember you, but you will remember who taught you the smile curve, the law of diminishing returns and marginal utility, and who let you know Schumpeter, minzberg, drucker and Peter * Holy, who once said that one is right, and this world is right. When you stopped at the girl’s dormitory downstairs for the last time to wait for your girlfriend, you didn’t wait to call her down as before, but knew clearly that she must know that you were downstairs. Even though you are not so sure whether you will come home with her tears in the future, you know that at that moment, you must show her your determination, hope and future seriously; when you drank happily with your roommates under the roof of four years together for the last time, you put all the disguises, all the fetters and all the dangers in the forgotten grievance one by one, one Cup after another, one bottle after another, and then forgot who proposed to sing KTV. Then, he echoed with each other. That night, you were drunk; That night, you cried; After that night, you told yourself that I graduated! Soon after, that is, a year later, I became you, you now, I graduated, and I was in another graduation season. The campus was full of sorrow and excitement, smiles and melancholy. With deep and shallow memories, suddenly, I deeply felt the lyrics of okayashi Xinkang, I am me and I can’t become you. Even if you struggle there alone, I can only silently stare at the sadness, happiness and buildings that are interpreted in others’ lives like a farfetched pen tip, I am not one of you, and I never comfort you. Someone said: there is a dead end in everyone’s heart. You can’t walk in, and I can’t walk out. Therefore, I shook my head helplessly, shaking my head, shaking my head. I always don’t like to ask where my seniors go, but I often ask, What have you gained in these four years? Because life is similar to a double helix structure of DNA in the body, which lingers forever and circulates forever. There is no choice that can be right to the end, whether for graduate students, civil servants or freelancers, no one can have enough courage to affirm whether it is right or wrong, just like the seventh elder brother in Fang Fang’s scenery, he often said, it is impossible to judge who is a good person and who is a bad person until death. You and I are still naive and shallow like every living person. Therefore, I don’t ask such questions, in addition to avoiding the embarrassment of myself next year, there is also a defect of ignorance. However, every journey is a kind of comprehension. The sunshine, rain, breeze, Sun and Moon on campus and our breath are watching our shadows with our steps, we spent four years together and four 365 days together. I never believe that no one has ever gained anything, nor does I believe that someone will remain unchanged at all. Although he (she) cannot perceive it, their relatives and friends will surely sigh that in four years, you converted! I think this is the reason why I regret that I didn’t leave a memory when I stepped into the school in the first year, and it is also the question every student asks about youth and life. After reading for a long time, I still play the role of a student till now, and even my family members wish me to go up one flight of stairs. My father showed me his experience and tears of more than 40 years, and patiently told me that his school days were the golden age of studying and reading alone. I always think that what you learn in school is the most time period in a person’s life. After working, you will find that there is no longer a period when you learn more and happier than when you were a student. At first, I didn’t believe that. After all, there was a saying that time was the water in the sponge, and the more crowded it was. I think I am a person who is good at squeezing water, but the experience of duty week just past greatly changed my recklessness and ignorance. Throwing away the elements of youth, such as English CET-4 and CET-6, “Voice of China” and “partner of China” grew up in the youth attic of LC, and time kept tired eyes for a week. Perhaps, in other colleges and universities, there isn’t such a wonderful on-duty week. However, this tiring week, hard week and shuttle week have indeed dyed the four-year brilliance of the campus. The annual duty week gradually makes us understand many unknown stories. It turns out that the name of the Campus Management Center is sweeping the streets and moving bricks, the signature of the catering management center was the one who cleaned the restaurant, while the scientific name of the dormitory management center was the one who cleaned the dormitory building. My hands were covered with dark cocoons, and my arms were cracked and painful, the blood bloated for seven days and my eyes were hazy. This week is destined to be a busy week, and what is busy is not learning, but cleaning that has nothing to do with it. At the moment, page 180, which remains in English reading, still narrates the curse of last weekend. Occasionally, looking back at the postgraduate student beside me, taking advantage of the rest time, I picked up the textbook and hurriedly browsed through countless words. In an instant, I couldn’t help feeling ashamed and ashamed. Once again, I picked up the book and felt the quietness that I had never met for thousands of years. I couldn’t help asking, in the future, is such a warm mood, such a quiet time and everything like this really like flowing water?. Perhaps, because of the rare, we cherish it especially; Because of the profound, so, double memory; Because of the short, so dare not slack off. If both love and love are unforgettable, how can we not cherish this seemingly plain and difficult Song of Youth in the world? Opening the Selected Works of Fang Fang, I began to read the first article scenery, which said behind the vast living set, where the abyss was darkest, I clearly see those strange worlds. You graduated from Baudelaire, and I am about to graduate. We are regarded as a generation by the society outside the campus. I don’t want to use Gu Cheng’s old song “a generation” to transcribe the helplessness of time, nor do I want to quote Hai Zi’s song “facing the sea, spring blossoms” to make myself happy. Unfortunately, our generation has not yet owned our poems or paintings. Liang Shuming, a great scholar, once said: values and value judgements are relative. Every generation has its own values, and every generation has its own value judgements. However, our generation, what on earth belongs to our values and value judgment for you and me who are about to graduate, those who go to school and those who are not going to school? The weird society always rolls over our bodies with wheels that are too busy for us, and even affects our previous generation. Memories hide the deep feelings of a song. Places that cannot be reached are called distant places, and the world that cannot be returned is called hometown, and I have been longing for a place farther than that, and what kind of fairyland is that place farther than that! Everyone has a dream of going to court with stars and moon in his heart. In that dream, we have the desire to achieve success and fame, the hope of gaining fame and wealth, and the expectation of returning home, these people who sink in the world are often tortured by this dream, tossing and turning, suffering. At the same time, the appearance of youth has already forgotten when they lost in the running road. The cold wind in the north of shuo could not help itself. It seemed that the classic judgement of Fang Fang could be extracted if the stars could do whatever they wanted. Everyone’s life was composed of many people’s lives, just like a joint-stock company, it is just a major shareholder. However, if it is applied here, it will always feel that it does not fit so well. How to ferry your inner and external is a question pursued for thousands of years and an immortal puzzle. Uncover layers of veil, you, perhaps, think that when responsibility and emotion are together, Grace will be with me; You can also ask, the world theory is different from me, is truth different from me? For this, you and I should be confident. After a long time, I stepped on this familiar land quietly. In the campus, there was still the familiar atmosphere three years ago. Not far away, a young face was painted on the advertising board. The passing classmates joked that this designer must have something wrong with his vision! Such an ugly girl, still on the display board!, I glanced at the photo on the display board. Although the girl could not compare with the classical beauty recognized by Chinese, in the season of happiness and sadness, the designer should not choose a kind of school Flower-level girl. Because, in the social atmosphere of senses, people like girls at school Flower level belong to the all-powerful brilliance on campus. However, people forget that, in fact, all living beings are the unknown public in the campus! Youth, let alone the ugly beauty of senses, and I also accept others’ title of my little man frankly. Youth, she treats everyone equally, so the smile on the advertising board represents the smile of each of us, represents the memory of our generation, it represents our engraved heart. This smile is silly, dull, pure, naive and ignorant. Maybe, I can never find such a smile that fits my youth! Because, what makes our youth not graduate is the smile on our faces. Yes, let our youth not graduate! Naturally, there are also happiness, suffering and plain encounters in future life that do not graduate. Perhaps, I like Zhang Chengzhi, a writer in Saibei very much. Finally, I still swam across his level and make a happy jump. I believe that there will be a fair and profound understanding to summarize for us: at that time, only the unique struggle, thinking, branding and choice of our generation can reveal its significance. But at that time, we will regret for our childishness, mistakes and limitations, and even sigh with emotion that we cannot live again. This is the foundation of profound pessimism. However, for a country with a vast territory and a long history, the future is finally bright. Because there will be a kind of blood line, a kind of water and soil, and a kind of creative power in this matrix, which will make the lively and robust newborn babies born in the world, the Moaning of morbid weakness will be drowned in their cheers. From this point of view, everything should be optimistic. The river in the North

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