University anniversary article 1
In 1 1 month in Jiangnong, abundant rain mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants, the wind blew through the thin clouds on the treetops, and memories were ignited in the wind. In the hot summer afternoon, cicadas were singing clearly, and I walked through this small forest alone. This is my first meeting with Jiang Nong.
Slate paved paths, dense grass, pine cones scattered on the ground, tall and straight trees. Pedestrians in twos and threes pass by from time to time, talking and laughing leisurely, or rushing by with a serious expression. And I just want to stop here, look at this mysterious forest, and feel the time about Jiangnong hidden behind the shade in the cool summer. I saw her beautiful face when she was young. At that time, the newly sprouted trees were green and dripping, and there were no pine cones scattered all over the floor, no dense grass and no slates on the path. Only the cicada's voice is so clear and pleasant. Such a simple woman is enough to make people fall in love. At that time, people loved her face. I saw that the path was paved with stone slabs, and there were more and more pedestrians, but they came and changed.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter alternate, and in the wind, frost, rain and snow, she bears the relentless changes of the years alone. The stone road was gradually smoothed, engraved with traces of time, and her beautiful face when she was young was gone. And she, still just quietly smiling at the faint clouds, may be in her heart, the past is like smoke, but left the best accumulation, all she has to do is stay here all the time. What people admired at that time was her certainty. On a cold winter morning, the wind was biting, and I walked into this small forest again and walked on this stone-paved path. Everything is the same as when I first saw it. The loud cicadas in summer have long been replaced by the sound of morning reading. Slow down, I see her face that will eventually grow old. Pine cones are scattered all over the ground. The wind blows through the treetops, and the rain drops on the slate, washing away the soil covered on it, leaving traces of time. With the passage of time, Jiangnong left a historical accumulation of 1 10 years after the lead flower was washed away.
What we admire is the background of Jiangnong. Even if the time laid on the slate turns her into the oldest appearance, it still can't hide the deepest accumulation she contains.
Article 2 is about the celebration of the university.
With the passage of time, I have spent almost two years in this campus carrying my dreams. Here, I am pursuing a touching chapter in my life and writing my own mature tune. When I suddenly turned around, I was surprised to find that. Here has become another important place in my life, and a variety of emotions are rippling in my heart.
I still clearly remember the feeling of coming here for the first time: the brand-new teaching area, the towering bell tower and the green lawn are full of youthful vigor and vitality. Another feeling left by the school is big! I remember at the beginning, I was most afraid of going to class by myself. The huge campus, with a blank face, can't find a place for class, but now I think about the feeling of innocence, I still feel very warm. Now everything on campus has become familiar, and many places have left footprints of my journey-joy or sadness.
Perhaps it is because the campus is a new campus, so the cultural background is somewhat different from other schools, but walking here can still feel different charm. I like the school lake very much. The lake is very blue and clear, especially in midsummer. I like to sit by the lake in the afterglow of sunset and look up at the campus sky alone. At this time, the noisy campus also quieted down, and the sun slowly converged its enthusiasm. Everything is so quiet, and the dark blue sky gradually becomes shallow and graceful. Light and shadow have different melodies, and some beauty leaks out from obscurity. Filling the sky with blue eyes, my heart is so relaxed and happy. When I am in a bad mood, I like to walk on the flat stone road, with flowers on both sides, and the air is full of fresh breath and flowers. Gather into a wisp of fragrance, overflow the tired heart and release a feeling.
If the beautiful school scenery makes me intoxicated, then the vitality contained in the school makes me keep forging ahead and work hard for it. In class, teachers teach me the connotation of knowledge with their deepest thoughts. Let our hearts be filled with incomparable joy-the wisdom of Chinese teachers; Keenness of senior math teacher; The elegance of the dance teacher inspires us to learn. And the school also attaches great importance to learning. In order to make everyone have a more harmonious learning atmosphere, the school should give teaching feedback every month to really understand our concerns and help us. If knowledge is the crystallization of the combination of classroom and connotation, then the library is our indispensable spiritual home. When there is no class, I like to go there to kill time. In the literature library, I wandered around ancient and modern China and foreign countries, drawing on the treasures of the literary palace; In the social science library, learn to find the profoundness of philosophy in meditation, and then make life full of a new feeling. I was lazy, so I went to the study room and found a window seat. I watched the sun shine through the transparent glass and listened to the rustling of pens and the sound of turning pages, which injected infinite excitement into my originally scattered heart, so I unconsciously threw myself into this queue and began to study hard.
Profound knowledge is the eternal pursuit of young dreams, but here, there is a caring atmosphere. Touching "gently lift your face and dry your tears." This heart will always belong to you, tell me that I am no longer alone. " . Gaze deeply into your eyes, needless to say, hold your hand tightly, this warmth remains unchanged. "Simple words, however, represent the purest emotion. I still remember that cold winter day, everyone donated money for sick girls in order to maintain their young lives. The cold wind fluttered wantonly, but there was a warm current surging in our hearts. In fact, where we can't see, there are so many people silently caring about us. This may be a touch of life, and what the school taught me may be a grateful heart to face life, the future and everything around me.
Article 3 About the celebration of the university.
Every big experience can cause great reflection of people and society. This kind of experience has such an effect whether it is a happy event or a disaster. This kind of reflection ranges from the individual to the national society. Looking back, both the 2008 Olympic Games and the unfortunate Wenchuan earthquake brought great spiritual reflection and baptism to China people. It can be said that it is also a milestone in the spiritual history of China people.
A few days ago happened to be the centenary birthday of my alma mater. I was lucky enough to attend this grand festival. Besides the joy and celebration of the festival, I have many feelings that I have never felt before.
How can a person grow up together? I think first of all, his life can't be too flat, and he must go through several stages that are of great significance to his growth process. In other words, he must go through several experiences that can lead to reflection, and this process of reflection is actually a process of growth. Sometimes this kind of experience can't be created by one person. You must rely on the collective to create this atmosphere. If you attend the flag-raising ceremony on a solemn occasion, it must feel better than sitting in front of the computer; If you don't have the experience of joining the party, and you have seen such a scene only from film and television works, I don't think you will feel the solemnity and solemnity when The Internationale is remembered. Therefore, if we want to grow, we can't miss those great experiences in your life, seize them, experience and grow in these experiences.
The scene of the annual meeting is still vivid: the solemn raising of the national flag, the passionate speeches of alumni and representatives from all walks of life, the salute and fireworks at the opening ceremony, and the school song remembered at the end of the meeting will all arouse inner shock. Pride, relief, heavy responsibility, sense of mission and responsibility suddenly came to mind. For the first time, I really stood side by side with the school at close range.
I vaguely remember those old school friends at the school anniversary. Their kindness and gentleness have precipitated too much experience and wisdom. After vicissitudes of life, I still don't forget my alma mater. I rushed to my alma mater in my busy schedule to offer my best wishes for her birthday. What drove them not to forget their alma mater after years of separation? Feedback can be regarded as a driving force. Their alma mater trained them as adults, and now they have achieved something and handed in a satisfactory answer sheet to their alma mater with excellent results. Secondly, I think the relationship between students and their alma mater is particularly complicated, and it is difficult to say clearly. There used to be a saying to describe this relationship: what is the alma mater? Alma mater is a place where only you are allowed and no one else is allowed to find fault. It is appropriate to think about this explanation carefully. We can complain that the school is not good and perfect, and we can complain and find fault at will, but you will not be happy if others say it in front of you. On the surface, it is complaining, even disgust, but in fact, we still like our alma mater from the heart, or sincerely hope that our alma mater will get better and better. On the surface, complaining is actually another way to express love. I think this special relationship between school and students is a bond between alma mater and students. Under the action of this link, the relationship between them will not be alienated, but will become closer. It is also under the influence of this bond that students from one session to another care about their alma mater and contribute to its future development.
This celebration is not only a milestone in the history of the school, but also a major event, which has aroused profound reflection from the school and students. The reflection of the school will make the school better grasp the direction in the next development. Students' reflection fills them with fighting spirit and passion. With the exemplary role of outstanding alumni, they have the direction and motivation to struggle in their future study and even in their future work.
Article 4 About the celebration of the university.
Life is a never-ending journey. We are pushed forward by the sea of people and can't turn back. Everyone will think of some people and things when recalling their youth and a hurried year. Even if time goes by, those people and things in memory remain the same.
At this moment, I am standing in front of the narrow and isolated Mei 'an Building. You are newly built. The word "Mei 'an Building" in Hong Chu is impressive, beautiful and meaningful. You are not alone, because what I see is obviously a magnificent T-shaped stone building. In the past, you were simple and heavy, connecting the teaching building and the canteen, bearing the food and clothing and dreams of many students. I indulged my youth here, buried my tears here, stared at you, and felt a warmth in my heart. It is a wall full of memories of you and me, and time slowly falls off.
I can't forget it. I flew to the door of Class 4 like a fragrant arrow and dragged the flood downstairs to Little Square on the right side of Mei 'an Building, which is our paradise. At this time, the sweet-scented osmanthus has permeated the campus in September. We laughed and scolded, gagged our mouths, and the silvery laughter mixed with the sweet-scented osmanthus floated in the bright night sky. Always think of red as soft as cotton, talking about the voice of the naughty boys in the class choking when playing tricks on the teacher, red eyes. I often recall that I like to shout "the monitor is coming" behind the pure and lovely fragrance, and then the fragrance blushes and scolds me: "I won't tear your mouth if you are poor again." I cunningly shouted, "Red, help me." Squeaking laughter resounds through the quiet campus, which is a kind of happy honey.
I can't forget, how many months of starry night, night lessons have ended, but Sue and I are reluctant to go home, sitting on the stone pier in the flower bed in front of Mei 'an Building, counting the stars and talking about life together. At that time, our words were like rolling the Yangtze River. We are telling the first beauty and touch in life, and we are also looking forward to meeting a boy who is wearing a white shirt, suspenders, riding a bike, carrying a schoolbag and is affectionate.
I can't forget the day when the results of the senior high school entrance examination were announced. Su scored 1.5, and I missed 2.5 points to go to normal school. We cried our eyes out, but we couldn't change the fact that we failed the list. Passionate about life, we quickly learned from our teachers, shuttled around the tailor's shop, and cherished the dream of crossing the ocean to dig the first bucket of gold one day. When I wanted to go back to school, the female classmates in the class worked together to do the ideological work of uncles and aunts. At that time, my sincerity and persistence were still vivid. I can't forget how many nights I talked with Sue all night, but at this moment, rubbing your notes, I can clearly hear the sigh in my heart. Time is fleeting.
"When you pass by my flowers" says: "Everything will eventually leave, only the years will come as promised, and life and death will never leave." There are many things in this world that can't be stopped or pulled back, just like my love and your face. I miss walking with you every time after school. Not far away, it's silent. Osmanthus fragrans pervades the whole campus. The afterglow of the sunset lengthens your figure and my way home. The river of time flows quietly and the years are quiet. You are a member of the class propaganda Committee, and Lei Feng is so vivid in your writing that my heart will overflow every March in the days to come. In the third grade, I stayed in Class 3 and you were assigned to Class 4. Who can read my complaint about your loneliness when you pass by? After class 4 is over, occasionally naughty boys shout, "XX loves XX." The burning feeling on my face is still real, and I can't tell whether it is dyed red by burning thoughts.
"Let's row, the boat will push the waves away. . . . . . "When the familiar melody rings again, the flood of memory has already flooded. Fang from coastal cities is full of youthful vitality. Under her leadership, we wrote the dance accompaniment of Gulangyu waves. We can't forget every tense and interesting rehearsal after school, Fang's hoarse voice, the confusion of the crowd when she took the stage, and the applause of the audience when she stepped on the messy dance steps. I can't forget the cheers of my classmates when Bansang announced its results.
I can't forget the embarrassment that I went for a walk on Mars in that political class and was fanned back by Teacher Wanbao. I can't forget the teacher's inculcation, and there is a sigh "alas" in my ear that hates iron and does not produce steel; I can't forget teacher Fujin's clever blackboard writing, and the shy expression of Gherardini can always surprise female students secretly; I like Mr. Yan's various classes, and I can't forget the scene in which the students competed for answers in the knowledge contest, and they were in full swing.
The relay race in full swing and excitement at the sports meeting, the frequent whistles of teachers and the sound of students chasing and flapping in physical education class, the lush trees in the school, the smell of ink in the textbooks of the new semester, the embarrassment of not handing in homework and being punished, and the moment when the power was cut off at night self-study, the sound of "yeah" resounded through the sky. It was our happy time, singing softly. Those hurried years, those warm and beautiful times seem to be yesterday.
The years are short, and the years are short. The Mei 'an Building in Zhuhong is like an eternal phonograph with endless strings and songs, which treasures the purest stories and greatest dreams of countless students in the best years. This year is 20 16, the top 40 national football teams qualify, Kobe retired and his alma mater is 60 years old. For us, memory is a reverse journey against time and sea of people, and people who remember are always slower than others.
The simple and heavy Mei 'an Building is no longer there, but the students of the class of 94 have already put her into the album of youth, as Zhang Ailing said: "It is the fragrance of camphor, sweet and safe, like remembering happiness clearly, sweet and melancholy, like forgetting sorrow." On the train of youth, I didn't waste my youth because of your company.
I don't regret dreaming, but I hate rushing.
Article 5 About the celebration of the university.
I graduated from my alma mater and entered the third year. Every time I look at the photos of my college days, take the train south, hear the conductor say "Xinyang has arrived" and so on, there will always be four years of storms that we experienced with our alma mater in my mind.
September 5, 2009 was the day when I first met my alma mater, and that afternoon was unforgettable. It was a hot day, and like most freshmen, I rushed from the train station to the school gate, sweating, and everything was so strange and curious. Now think about it, the freshman is the cutest, even without parents and luggage, we can easily be recognized from the simple eyes mixed with a trace of fear and confusion.
The psychological transition period is difficult, and the cultivation of sense of belonging is accumulated bit by bit.
Next, rich community recruitment will bring colorful university culture and youthful atmosphere. At that time, all I saw at the conscription scene was something to chew before going to bed, just like a full-fledged bird leaving its nest, flying into the sky and seeing a new world. University life is wonderful!
Entering the college student press corps is the beginning for me to break through the psychological transition period and break through myself, and it is also the beginning for me to further understand and know the school. Interview site "You are introverted, so how do you think you will deal with the influence of this feature on your future work?" I was at a loss at first in the face of the professional and capable questions from the seniors of the press corps, but my experience and thinking since I entered the university immediately restored my confidence, and I calmly answered the questions from the seniors. After coming out, the senior sister of the press group excitedly said to me, "I am sweating for you!" " "Since then, that look, that sentence, made me feel that the distance between me and the school has been narrowed.
Next, in my spare time, I read newspapers, interview, write news, proofread news, typeset, send newspapers and read newspapers together with the "comrades-in-arms" of the press corps to witness the birth of a newspaper. Under the leadership of teachers and academic leaders, you can slowly write your own manuscript, and growth is also among them. Some people gather from different parts of the school at the appointed time to meditate, enlighten and witness the birth of efforts. These high-spirited days are what I miss most.
From each issue of the school newspaper, I gradually learned about the past lives of the school. We grew up optimistically in the arms of our alma mater. Unconsciously, we are completely different from ourselves who are afraid. I know that a sense of belonging is built up bit by bit. The more you know, the more inseparable you are. This school is in Tanshanbao, Mianshui River, Xinyang Normal University, my university!
In four years, freshmen become graduates; New books become old books; Parallelism becomes intersection; Strangeness becomes love. If my mind was just blank when I first met my alma mater, then when I left with my bag and looked back at her, the photos in my mind had turned into movies. About her flowers and plants, brick by brick, bit by bit.
Now, I left my alma mater and went to another city. The teachings of my former teachers and predecessors are still as clear as ever. Whenever I read the words "Xinyang Normal University Shenzhen Alumni Association" and "Xinyang Normal University Guangdong Alumni Association" in the newspaper, I am sincerely proud of my alma mater, because she is full of peaches and plums, and her children are optimistic, upright and enterprising.
2065438+05101On October 28th, Xinyang Teachers College, the alma mater, will celebrate its 40th anniversary. In this exciting day for thousands of students, I wish my alma mater more and more beautiful and brilliant!
It's cold, please add clothes to your alma mater.