Graduation message from college students: I want to accompany you to visit my alma mater again
Three years have passed in a blink of an eye. We have lost the greenness and immaturity between our eyebrows, like the magnolia under the summer sun, shining with the purest and dazzling light. Dear, in this parting season, I don’t want to say goodbye, I just want to accompany you to walk through our alma mater carefully and slowly, okay?
Stepping into the school gate, there is a small building. The small building pulls our footsteps and makes us run straight towards her. That's our little bungalow. There is the starting point of our warmth. Here, we stepped into the classroom with uncertain steps, and looked at the 30 pairs of equally suspicious eyes that greeted us with trepidation. 30 young souls collided together, igniting this hot summer with passionate blood.
The grove outside the bungalow is the best place for us to rest. The leaves there are dense and shady. On sunny days, little bits of gold will be sifted out and scattered finely on the bluestone. The forest is cool and quiet, with the occasional chirping of birds, adding to the tranquility. Life in the first grade of junior high school was not very busy, dear, do you remember? After dinner every day, we would invite one or two classmates to sit on a stone chair in the forest, talking about interesting things in life, and those clear laughter passed through the forest, It has been drifting into the depths of my memory. There is a row of fences beside the grove, which are not too long and not high. They curve around the small bungalow. That year on June 1st, the sun was bright and dazzling. We wrote down the university of our dreams on the wall one by one. The brushstrokes at that time were firm and powerful, as if the dream was carved into our hearts. The photos recorded the brilliance of youth at that moment. , the sunshine remembers it, and so does the burning magnolia.
The small bungalow was diagonally opposite the basketball court, and he silently remembered all the tears and laughter he had shed in his heart. In the first basketball game, we ran around on the field, sweating. Everyone's faces flushed with excitement, our slightly hoarse voices cheering for our partners, and the encouraging eyes of our teammates are all deeply engraved in our minds. heart.
Turn a right angle along the basketball court and you will arrive at the International High School teaching building. In a sense, we grew up with this building. We entered the school and caught up with the construction of the International High School. Excavators and mixing tanks roar day and night. As soon as school started in September, we moved into this building that seemed to grow overnight. I still remember the stairs without guardrails, the exposed gravel floor covered with red carpet, and the construction debris all over the floor. Later, beautiful glass guardrails were installed; later, the book drifting station was built, and later, art bars and music bars were settled one by one. Do you still remember? In the last semester of the third grade of junior high school, the class teacher once Once again, they tell us other people’s growth stories and successful experiences. The teachers are eager to put every knowledge point into our little heads. The increasingly dense learning atmosphere makes us become nervous and meticulous. .
Coming out of Guogao Building, you go up a gentle flight of steps and arrive at the Zhuangyuan Bridge at the foot of the landscape slope. Although we have laughed at the vulgarity of this name countless times, at this moment, our hearts are filled only with reluctance and memories. Under the shade of willows, on the bench, the whispers of friends, and on the high stone steps going up the mountain, there are still Traces of our sneaky climb.
Turning around a green path, we came to the track and field. In front of my eyes and in my ears, there are scenes from the sports games: the speed of a cheetah, the figure of an eagle, and the determination of a rock are all displayed in the sports games. There was a silent competition between the classes. Each competition sent the best talents from each class to show off their majesty on the sports field. At the sports meeting, the bright sun, the cheering crowd, the bright smiles and the certificates received by each class became the most beautiful picture of the class at that time. Later, this became the battlefield where we fought hard to prepare for the physical exam. Can you grab a handful of the sweat we shed, dear?
Surrounding the sports ground are our dormitories and canteens. We always think about how wonderful this arrangement is! When you are tired from running, the dormitory is just around the corner; if you want to stay in bed, the smell of food in the cafeteria will awaken your taste buds and make you toss and turn, unable to sleep.
Although, when we sit upright at the dining table in the cafeteria, we can’t help but criticize the color and tastelessness of the food, but the earnest warnings of the seniors always ring in our ears: When you leave your alma mater, you realize that no matter which school the food is, It doesn't smell like my alma mater. Alas, at this moment, before I leave, I want to sit in the cafeteria again and eat food from my alma mater again.
Leaving the cafeteria and passing through the reading square with lush vegetation, the tall school gate can be seen in the distance. The sadness in my heart grew and entangled like the grass and trees in the square. The pure white magnolia is still noble and fragrant.
Dear, let us gaze at our alma mater again, remember every look in her eyes and every expression, and hide it in the deepest part of our hearts. The road ahead is still long, very long. In the days to come, we may be tired, weary, and cold, but the alma mater stored in our hearts will warm our lives, right, dear?