Reflections on freshmen's admission

Mourning for Freshmen —— Memories of Freshmen's Admission

Today's weather is a bit stuffy. I specially chose a window seat in class. In fact, there is no wind, but subconsciously the window will give people a cool feeling. On the fourth floor, looking out, you can just see the north gate of the school, and there is an exit for boring theoretical classes to pass the time. The window is my exit.

Many people gathered at the door. Heavy schoolbags, wandering eyes, a trace of joy mixed with a trace of tension, obviously, today is the day for freshmen to enter school. These people are freshmen from all over the country.

In fact, I doubt it. It seems to be deliberately arranged, because the beginning of freshman year is not only a military training in full swing, so the weather has suddenly become impetuous and warm from the cool and pleasant days before, and it seems to welcome new students. I feel a little depressed, and time is really cruel. Now we are always putting on airs.

Of course, some people do not think so. They think that they are more sophisticated than their freshmen, and they seem to be role models for their elders, which can help guide freshmen in some ways. I think it's ridiculous. Will the one-year gap become two generations?

Freshmen, that is, freshmen. The foreigner's name is freshman. He is a fresh person. He is really vivid. Freshmen are new to everything when they first come to school. After a long time, this feeling gradually faded away, and some even became disgusted and became cynical rebels.

In fact, I hate to mention the word "destroy". The dictionary explains this word like this:

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(1) died before he was twenty.

(2) war dead.

Later, after extension, it became a word to mourn the dead. There are also words such as "national mourning" and "wine mourning".

Yu Youren, a poet, felt a kind of "sadness" in a canyon in mainland Taiwan Province Province:

Bury me in the mountains and look at my continent.

The mainland can't see, only cry!

Bury me in the high mountain and see my hometown.

Hometown is invisible, never forget it!

The sky is gray and wild,

Shan Ye, state-owned ruin!

This is beside the point. You know, of course, I don't want to mourn our new life. This is ridiculous. I mean, our new life is over. If it is too cliche to just mourn the annihilation of the times, what I want to say is that our new complex has disappeared, and the great dreams and ambitions we once embraced have faded.

One year is not too long, but four years in college is enough for us to miss and trace back. Once, like today's freshmen, they looked strange and free with heavy bags, with a little joy and perhaps nervousness, polished their wings waiting to fly, suppressed the joy that their dreams were about to come true, and were full of ambition and high spirits, as if the whole world were the battlefield of our struggle, the stage of our dreams, the flying sky and the future time machine. ...

Everything has gone far. We walked farther and farther on the road of dreams, and suddenly sadness and sentimentality came to our hearts, and we couldn't help sobbing gently in our dreams, like a child who lost his keys.

Now we are insensitive to skipping classes, careless in class, clamoring for self-study, and have a soft spot for online games. Internet cafes became the second dormitory, and even made good friends with alcohol and tobacco. Drunkenness, party, game university, game world.

Of course I don't mean everyone, just some typical degenerates. Because there are naturally young people in universities who are interested in learning and full of ambitions. They are the hope of the university and China.

New students have come, and for them, a new life has begun. I hope more and more people will not go astray, and more and more people will put down their "butcher knives" and return to the right path, because it is not too late to turn back.

The second article

A year seems to pass quickly. In a blink of an eye, I experienced the college entrance examination, ended my high school life and ushered in a year of college life. I felt bored in all aspects, but I also spent a year like this. Ask yourself what you have learned. You don't have much academic knowledge, but you get the most and most beneficial things: how to be a man; How to communicate with people; How to look at all kinds of possible and impossible things happening in this world; How to let yourself see through things and think through things. Really, universities are really a small society. What can't happen in primary school, junior high school and senior high school is reflected in the newspaper every day. Every day, the protagonist is changed, and every day there are different stories. And we self-righteous little people finally understand that society is so impermanent and changeable.

A year, really, almost a whole year. One year, neither too long nor too short. A person's life has several decades, and we just wasted a year. Think about it, I really need to find something to do and some knowledge to enrich myself. I haven't felt full for a long time, and I always feel that the whole person is empty and has accomplished nothing.

Although I am full of wishes and ambitions, I feel a little overwhelmed. If you really want to charge, you will really degenerate if you don't charge. You will stay in the gray space forever and you will never escape.

Get your mood back! Can't fall any more. It seems that depravity and decadence often appear in high school life. I want to throw them all into the recycling bin and empty it. Haha's laughter ...

Laughter ... Laughter has become my habitual word on QQ and blog. Laugh when you are happy; Laugh if you are unhappy; Hehe; Hee hee; Ha ha laugh ... what a good word. The word itself is a kind of thing that can make people associate, and its magic is unparalleled. Hehe ... I'm talking nonsense again, I'm talking nonsense again. Hehe ... Both idioms have moustaches! hahaha ......

Inspiration seems to be on the verge of exhaustion recently! Still words can't express my thoughts. It can also be said that my writing is not up to standard and I can't express my feelings! Hee hee ... it's no use always making excuses for yourself! Hahaha ... I always fall into the trap I dug. Intolerance ... ...