9. Campus Walk

At the end of August, in Beijing, at dusk, the remnant sun hung in the west.

The 4 of us enjoyed a delicious meal in the cafeteria, and we couldn't get enough of it, and walked around the campus hand in hand.

The campus is like a sea of joy, and when you integrate into this ocean, it will be full of joy and association.

Along the way, singing and laughing, there are thousands of postures.

Through the iron railings of the stadium, you will see the people in the stadium exercising after dinner, doing all kinds of sports, and you will feel full of strength and want to participate. Today there is no such condition, each of us is wearing high heels, not sportswear, so the urge to participate is suppressed.

But watching this picture from a distance will inevitably make you feel comfortable, mobilize your sports cells, and give full play to the memory of sports. The professors with gray sideburns, playing Tai Chi in one corner, one move and one style, must first push the world to move, chic and heavy. On the contrary to their tranquility, it is the square, the square of the female professors, the beautiful tunes, the bright rhythm, with the high-pitched and passionate voice of the lotus "On the Moon", dancing all kinds of skirts, ribbons, flower fans, twisting their graceful posture and rhythm, and the clean dance steps under their feet, in the glow of the sunset, what a romantic picture.

On the way, the freshmen looked at the novelty, and their curiosity could not be hidden, so that their eyes were searching. The figures of the students in a hurry are full of youthful vitality. The wide road has become one badminton court after another, with flying shuttlecocks, swinging badminton rackets, and people wearing shorts and vests around a small shuttlecock, sometimes jumping, sometimes running, sometimes swinging and knocking. On the side of the road, 1 to 1 pair, the old couple with white hair walked leisurely hand in hand, and some of them were holding their little grandsons who were learning to speak.

The campus of Yenching University, in this chaotic and orderly scene, reflects his profound heritage, glows with the rhythm of his youth, we are immersed in it, the pace has become lighter, we have to raise our voice to speak, the laughter penetrates the sky above the campus, attracting countless people's side eyes.

The tall and majestic teaching building, solemnly handled in the center of the campus, has become the main theme of the campus.

Here is the cradle of science, history, and truth, reflecting the depth of his culture, the rigor of science, the precipitation of history, and the eternity of truth. Jiang Feifei, pointing and pointing, introduced to us, what kind of college is this, what kind of institute is that, which college has the most famous professors, and which institute's achievements have shocked the world. She seemed so natural, as if she knew the school well, and talked about things like a treasure, and his tone was subdued and full of charm.

He told us a beautiful story, an ordinary soldier who swam in the Taiwan Strait and came to the mainland, miraculously became a famous economist, and so far in the field of economics in our country, he has scolded Fang Xuan and pointed out the country, and in Taiwan, he is still a wanted criminal. Yenching University is a cradle, a cradle of scientists, a cradle of economists, and a cradle of writers, historians, and philosophers.

This solemn teaching building is even more majestic and upright, which is fascinating.

The street trees on both sides are quietly erected, and the night is slowly coming. In this twilight, the leaves are rattling, the breeze is light, a trace of coolness, hit our hearts, and spread this wisp of coolness to our whole body, Beijing in early autumn, Yanjing campus in early autumn, people come and go, thousands of postures, diversified world, elegant environment, so that students, easy to swim in the ocean of knowledge, pick up a crown of laurels.

Walking on the path of the campus, looking at the lights sprayed out of the buildings, and the bright moonlight, together with the bright moonlight, make people feel a little comfortable. Every window radiates light, and inside it may be a harmonious family, gathered together, eating and chatting, watching TV, and enjoying the most beautiful reunion of the day; It may also be which scientific research team is discussing the mysteries of science in the laboratory, overcoming scientific difficulties and giving birth to scientific fruits; It is also possible that a pair of campus lovers, facing the lights, create romance, express love, talk about love, and compose the most beautiful poems in life.

Walking with three roommates, my girl's heart, flying, associative, especially relaxed and natural.

Dressed in the bright moonlight, walking around the campus again and again, diluting the fatigue of long-distance travel, calling for the desire of youth, and releasing natural beauty. She is a beautiful girl, 4 brilliant flowers, blooming in the magnificent motherland, blooming in the beautiful campus.

The first thing I did when I returned to the dormitory was to open the diary, record these feelings in poems, and recall the beautiful small bridges and rivers in my hometown, the magical garden, full of thoughts of my hometown, these thoughts had to be released and stretched. A line of beautiful fonts, jumping on the paper:

Moon - A full moon

A bright moon is quiet

Flowing on the lakeshore in autumn

Let the breeze play

There were ripples in waves

Like a plain woman

Quietly through the years

Blending the center of the eyebrows of the season

Brew a pot of moonlight to invite the stars

Fight with time

Sing a song of homesickness and tears

The moon is a pro of the hometown

In autumn, the leaves of the sycamore fall and return to seclusion

Listen to the autumn insects

The moonlight walks through thousands of mountains and rivers

The silver light remained in my heart

I wrote in the autumn

Family, friendship, love

It is the most beautiful poetry in my life

Writing this, I still can't get enough of it, and I have added a few more strokes:

The round moon hangs in the sky

The stars stand aside

Silver waves sway gently in the wind

Osmanthus fragrance to look forward to

It is said that the magpie bridge fell on the riverbank

Flowers to keep you company

I don't know what tomorrow will bring

Autumn leaves inscription poem look

Qiushui Yiren drunk red shirts

Fallen leaves like a picture frame

The Mid-Autumn Festival is full of thoughts

The bird goes home for a spin

The family is happy and happy

Family is always with you

Although these poems are not about the campus, but about the hometown, they convey the feelings of attachment and reluctance, and they are a picture of the hometown.

I still can't take back my thoughts, I remember the scene of the day, and the poetry is still hello:

Girl in the sun

Girl light in the sun

Jet-black hair

Translucent skin

Graceful posture

A smile is her eyes

Grace is her poetry

Gentleness is her kindness

Warmth is her voice

This is the girl of the flower season

There is a hint of spring between the eyebrows

Shake three thousand green silks

Drunk Yunxi on the edge of the sky

Gently render the traces of the book

The fragrance of ink instantly overflowed

A girl's mind

It's a play like water

Pushing it out, there are still feelings expressed, and then write:

Round, golden light

sprinkled on the girl's green silk

The girl closed her eyes

Enjoy the warmth of the light to the fullest

This is the most beautiful silk scarf in early winter

Quietly lock the girl's neck

There is a white and gold light and shadow

Gently penetrate the bottom of the girl's heart

Suddenly, I remembered the flowers in the garden, the pink rose petals, and I wrote hard, and sang the praises of this beautiful petal, and I jumped on the paper and lingered:

Pink rose petals

That's a pink rose petal,

Sowing on the shores of the lake of time,

Piece by piece floats in the air,

As if the stars were shining in the sky,

Slowly embellishing the embankment of life.

On the night of the moon star gold,

The light wind sings incessantly,

Finger the sleeping orchid,

became the fifth line of the violin,

Romantic thoughts.

It is to be knitted with sincere pearls,

The most beautiful and beautiful necklace?

Quietly hanging around the girl's neck,

Let the girl's tears move,

and flowing in the hazy moonlight.

I don't know if it's the moonlight or not

That crystal clear necklace?

It's just that the heart is not alone.

Gently closed the notebook, my heart seemed to be a little stretched, my heart was beating gently, slightly panting, this feeling of vomiting was happy, and I released my girl's heart.