When I think of my alma mater, I will think of the sunset crossing Wang Xianling, followed by the dusk behind the sunset glow. The veils cover Xiangnan College, leaving only brightly lit libraries and dotted campus street lamps.
The sun sets in the west and the moon rises in the east. Xiangnan College is full of warmth, which lights up the stars for the students in southern Hunan.
At night, the dormitory is the most lively, and the boys start to talk about state affairs, the game world, their future dreams and their teenagers' past. What are the girls doing at night? But it will become the thing that boys want to know most but dare not consult.
The climate in southern Hunan is hot. In the cool breeze every summer night, my alma mater sowed the seeds of hope on campus. On the grass, the students who enjoy the cool and dating are looking forward to the starry sky; On the bus, students who go out for social practice and part-time jobs begin to rush to school; In classrooms and libraries, eager young people are burying their heads in writing; In the Internet cafe, students in twos and threes enjoy life in the virtual network.
Xiangnan College in the night is full of students' future dreams and magnificent lives.
For me, the morning in southern Hunan is more than an hour early because of the time difference. Get up early every day, on the school court, there are already students who bid farewell to the dark night and sweat like rain; Some students are in a hurry and have to rush to the classroom for the meeting. Let's bid farewell to yesterday and pour into a promising new day in Xiangnan College.
My feelings for my alma mater are very complicated. After a year of re-reading, I finally entered Xiangnan College, full of reluctance, but full of gratitude.
High school didn't want to do well in the exam. The college entrance examination exceeded one line in two years. I wanted to blog again in the first year and slipped away in the second year.
Gratitude comes from my alma mater, which gave me the last hope in my life when I didn't fill in my volunteers.
When I first walked into Xiangnan College, I met my "distinguished person" Mr. Chen Shunren, who made me understand that universities are not only high-rise buildings, but also teachers who educate people. Teaching and educating people, two conjunctions are actually progressive!
Teacher Chen's love for students is like the sunset glow on the beautiful top of the mountain, growing stronger and stronger!
Studying in the hinterland of frontier provinces is confusing, inferior and fragile.
Teachers in the Department of Public Administration of Southern Hunan University are no different from travelers in the desert to me. They met the supply station and provided food and warmth for free.
Walking into the embrace of southern Hunan, I can finally leave all the gloom and gloom to the past, and the Milky Way is also bright in winter.
Teachers are easy to find, but hard to find. In Xiangnan College, I was lucky enough to meet a group of beloved teachers. I am lucky in life.
Life is neither short nor short. In Xiangnan College, I happened to meet a group of classmates and good brothers, just in time to form a team to explore this beautiful world.
Although after graduation, in countless spring trips to Qiu Lai, we seldom contacted each other. However, during the four years in Xiangnan College, we talked about everything in the spring breeze and the autumn moon.
Flowers bloom not to fall, but to be brilliant. In the past four years, the teachers, classmates and friends I met in southern Hunan have made me gain a lot. Four years of study and thinking, so many books in the library, let me pack my bags and step into the society.
He entered Xiangnan College in September and left at the end of June four years later. Every colorful autumn in the future, I will think, will those young faces in the classroom where I have sat remember who their former deskmate was?
Every graduation season, away from school, I will silently bless those students and alumni who have been scattered in the rivers and lakes. I hope they will taste all the warmth and stay in the mud.
After leaving my alma mater for the last dinner, under the food stall opposite the school gate, the students began to say goodbye to each other with alcoholic drinks, shoulder photos and flowers, and looked forward to a magnificent life in the future.
Teachers are full of blessings, but they don't tell me a truth. Leaving school and going out are all rivers and lakes, say goodbye, but goodbye is far away, and it is more likely that you will never see it again.
After leaving Xiangnan College, my reading career came to an end. After years of wandering in the society, I found that the school is the closest place to heaven in this society!
As far as I can remember, every plant, every instrument and every thing in Xiangnan College, in the four years we spent together, and the next four years, in retrospect, were better than the jade jewelry in the jewelry store.
After I left, I never walked into that city again. They have been to Dongjiang Lake, Su Xianling, Wang Xianling, Beihu Lake and Ailian Lake together. ...
Dongjiang fish, Linwu duck and Yongxing navel orange occasionally appear in the memory of taste buds.
Time passed slowly, scouring my body again and again, taking away activities and youth, leaving behind vicissitudes and vague memories. However, the teachers and classmates of Xiangnan College will always be in my heart.
Occasionally, those who know that the trajectory of fate once crossed in southern Hunan have a good life, and those stories have a good ending.
Meeting always has its specific meaning. Although I can't say goodbye to my former teachers and classmates, the warmth and touch they brought me, as well as the past events they printed in my life memory map, have become my motivation to move forward.
I forget how many books I have read in the library. I only remember that the library is very big and I will go shopping when I have time. I read a book almost every two days. I wonder if those books still remember me? However, some characters and stories in the book were hidden by me and pushed me forward.
I forgot the fun brought by off-campus Internet cafes and five consecutive seats on hot summer nights, but after going to the society, buying a few computers can't bring back the past and youth.
I almost forgot the faces and names of many teachers, but the knowledge they passed on and the idea of being a man have influenced me subtly.
I almost forgot the spring flowers, Xia Yue, autumn clouds and winter snow in Xiangnan College, but I still remember those stories. The stories of students meeting and missing are simple and beautiful, far away from human fireworks, and I have never touched a feather in real life.
Most of the stories have not been finished yet, but my alma mater is silently watching the same drama play in the long river of time.
I wonder if she will remember every young face and record every student's four years in the eyes of her alma mater?
Southern Hunan is beautiful and has many scenic spots. College covers an area of 1.500 mu, which is connected with Houshan Scenic Area and is an ecological park. There are many girls in it, and there are also many beautiful girls. Summer in Xiangnan University is a beautiful season!
Just because the name is not domineering enough, I don't want to talk about my alma mater when I was studying. Some children think my mother is ugly. I don't want to talk about my alma mater at work, because I don't want to embarrass the school.
I feel that the school is not good enough when I enter it. After I left school, I realized that I was really bad, but I was lucky to meet in southern Hunan. Thank my alma mater for warming my time in my lonely life journey!
Teenagers often want to leave, but adults plan to reunite. I hope that the past in southern Hunan can write a new story, and the story will have a different ending.
Remember the four years of Xiangnan and Xiangnan College, those people and the past, and remember them!