4. Campus,

On August 28, 2014, the plane landed safely at the capital airport.

From the airport, we took a taxi directly to the campus of Yenching University.

I was like a rabbit in my heart, restless, and entered my college campus.

The first impression I had of Yenching University's campus was that it was too big. I've felt this way a few times, and this time it's been particularly deep.

When I was three years old, my parents led me into the kindergarten. From the two-bedroom home to the kindergarten, I felt that he was big and fun.

Mom and Dad are both working-class, and the two-bedroom house is full of furniture, although I am careful every day, and my grandmother also watches me carefully, I still often have problems, either knocking the corner of the table, or hitting the bed, I can't run as much as I want, I can only sit there, tell stories to the rag doll, and play with the rag doll. Well, now the kindergarten is full of children, there are so many little friends, beautiful aunts telling beautiful stories, music teachers playing the piano, children holding hands, dancing, even when sleeping, row by row, and no longer so lonely. The main reason is that with so many friends, you can play with whomever you want, and it's fun to play no matter how you want. The most interesting thing is that my aunt took us to the yard, played flipping, pulled a child to swing together, you chased me, played with the slide, and drilled the castle.

What a beautiful fairy tale world this is, all innocent, in my young mind, I feel that this place is very big. Here happily do all kinds of games, beautiful singing all kinds of children's songs, beautiful dancing all kinds of dances, in the recitation of the disciple rules, unconsciously played for three years, from the small class to the large class, and then to the preschool.

On the first day of school, my parents, grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents all mobilized to send me to the elementary school campus. Mom and Dad led my hand, Grandpa smiled and carried my small schoolbag, Grandma and Grandma grabbed my small kettle, and Grandpa looked at me with his hands behind his back and smiled darkly. It was a huge team, 4 elderly people, 2 young parents, and one of my elementary school students who were not yet in school. At the gate of the primary school, the two little brothers and sisters stood straight at the school gate, wearing white shirts, blue pants, white sneakers, and the most conspicuous thing was the red scarf floating on their chests, bright and dazzling, red, like flowers blooming in the white world, better than anything else. When they saw everyone coming, they all saluted a standard Young Pioneer salute. A huge team like ours has come and gone, and their center is a little sun, which is the hope of a person like them.

The campus of the elementary school is really big, compared to the kindergarten, it is simply heaven.

Here I was carefree, like a proud little princess, every 100 points was a new crown added to my head, every little red star, showing off my innocent little face, within a few days, I became a squad leader, and within a few days, I also wore a bright red scarf and became a glorious Young Pioneer. A red bar armband, from one, to two, in the fourth grade of elementary school, it became three.

What I am most proud of is the small radio station, where I greet the teachers and students at the beginning of every day, and the voice is like a heavenly voice, descending from heaven to the earth, touching everyone's heartstrings. Every teacher complimented me on my beautiful appearance and sweetest voice. Every day after school, the radio is full of my loud reading voices, our immature nursery rhymes, and ancient poems, which are connected with each other, which is the dialogue between innocence and the ancient, and the greetings to history today, all of which are conveyed through my beautiful voice.

I love my elementary school campus, where there is the honor of me always being the first place in the exam, where there is my speech as the captain of the Young Pioneers, and in that campus, my voice is filled with radio and fills the air, as if it will always be spring.

The third feeling is that our middle school campus, one by one teaching buildings, next to the large playground, there is a swimming pool with rippling blue waves on one side, and a beautiful garden on the other. In the green grass playground, a square silicone track, bright red, painted with white lines, in the sun, so bright red, so brilliant, so dazzling. Echoing the blue sky, is the sparkling outdoor swimming pool, such a blue sky, a light green pool, the blue sky is dancing with white clouds, all reflected in the pool, the white clouds flutter in the blue sky, the shadows swim in the pool, the blue sky is beautiful. Whenever I see this scene, I can't control my own thoughts at all, I seem to be swimming in the blue sky with the white clouds, and I seem to follow the shadows, hitting the case. I always put myself in the situation and let my figure be one of them.

The most beautiful place on campus is the big garden, where there are many wonderful plants, full of the charm of nature, more than in the biology textbook, painted flowers, birds, fish and insects, I don't know how many times, and you can see and touch, more image, more beautiful, more full of the mystery of nature.

Every morning, the grass in the green space, the tip of the grass is topped with a delicious dewdrop, crystal clear, as the sun rises, it either falls, or sublimates, forever moisturizing the plant, moisturizing the grass, moistening the earth, its life is very short, but its crystal clear, its moisture, is eternal. We are like this green grass, moistened with nectar, and brought spring green to the earth.

Whenever the spring breeze gently blows through the garden, beautiful flowers, smiling faces of various colors, communicate with butterflies and bees, they are intimate and don't know what to say. It trembled gently in the breeze, and the tickling butterflies fluttered, causing the bees to buzz and circle. Those flowers are so wonderful, not only in different forms, in thousands of postures, in various colors, that cannot be painted with a paintbrush, the blooming moon flowers are fragrant, and the huge mallow flowers are a little shy and a little ostentatious. On the occasion of spring and summer, peony and peony echo each other from afar, Chu Chu is moving, rich and elegant. In summer, the sun is blazing, the fiery red pomegranate flowers, as if wearing the most vivid lipstick, so dazzling, so ready to move, in the thorny golden yellow thorn rose, the sun also becomes charming, the hot summer makes you feel cool. Crape myrtle, strong and long-lasting, can bloom for a summer, and then with the golden autumn, it shyly drops its petals that do not wither. He is not like the warm magnolia, nor like the squeamish mountain peach, nor like the ice-skinned begonia flowers, just like himself, the big pink flowers, in the tidbits, slowly bear seeds, and under the shaking of the breeze, he reluctantly puts down his petals.

In this garden, in this flower, in the fluttering of butterflies, in the hovering of bees, how many careful observations have been exercised, how many beautiful sentences have been made for me, how many immature essays have been achieved, so that they can become model essays for the whole class and all grades, let them become articles in newspapers, let them become the memories of my youth, and the feelings of a girl.

I love the garden of my secondary school, and I love the campus of my secondary school even more.

Here, I went from being a primary school student to a middle school student.

Here, I went from a young child to an energetic teenager.

Here, I explored the mysteries of nature, and how many famous passages did I memorize?

Here, there is my cardamom years, which makes me a young girl.

This is the garden of one of my dreams, the rose-colored dream, which still floats in that beautiful garden.

Today's college campuses are full of temptations, and there are so many mysteries for me to debunk.

An old gatehouse, inside which is the most modern school. Towering school buildings, filled with 5,000 years of history. The most iconic is the Red Mansion, which is the symbol of the May Fourth Movement, the birthplace of the Vernacular Literature Movement, where there is the strongest voice of the times, and there are also a bunch of young people in their prime.

On the shore of Weiming Lake, how many masters of Chinese culture? How many theoretical elites? How many people at the helm of the future country and how many mainstays of the future society are walking here, talking about learning, history, the future, and tomorrow. Like the Tsinghua Garden of the university next door, he has a long history, and he has written history and will continue to make history.

In his library, there are many books that have been read by the revolutionary forefathers. It was in these books that they found the path of revolution that led suffering China to a bright light. How many writers are there, absorbing the nutrients of history and creating immortal masterpieces. How many philosophers are there? Carry forward the ancient Chinese culture and make it a universal truth, so that our Chinese culture can be rooted deeper and let its glory shine farther.

Although I don't know him that well, I am deeply in love with him, and I want to melt into his arms, swim in the ocean of knowledge, explore the mysteries of literature, and take the crown of literature.

I came here with a dream to fulfill my beautiful college campus.