Hu Ye said: "Student dormitories, no matter where they are, there is always a lively and mixed atmosphere. Especially in the men's dormitory, it seems that it is always a pot of boiling broth, Tsinghua talents, Beiying Lingren, when they enter the boiler, they are all turbid, churning with the wind; Or it is always reminiscent of the heroes in the fungus on the mop.

However, the school dormitory of No. 1 Middle School, because I have been moving in for several months, there are always some unique feelings, my pen, a few words, a thousand words, but I just want to talk about the dormitory of No. 1 Middle School, which gathers "respectful, diligent, brave, public" people.

When you enter high school, of course, you can go to school, but you are in a tight hurry in the morning, and you return late in the evening, so you are always running around, busy, and pushing open the door with a body of dust, and you rarely have the idea of diving into school again. As a result, many students chose to live on campus, and together with hundreds of couples, wanted to enter a room with one heart and one mind, like an old beehive that had been weathered for a long time, this square building happily and apprehended to make room for the young bees. I've lived there until now, and I'm used to the days and nights here.

The dormitory of No. 1 Middle School cannot afford a bed. In the early morning, the night is still in the dark, the rooster is dreaming, and everything in the world is lying in silence. However, the time for the boarders to get up has quietly come, just like the sacrifice of the royal court in the pre-Qin period, in the silence of the air condensed into frost, the court fire was lit, and the taiko drum was beaten, and a solemn and deep voice exploded in everyone's ears—

"Please change the plate—"

"On the disc, please wait—"

Then the whistle screamed, and the sound sang, stirring up the gloomy of death in the dormitory. The quilts on the bed arched one after another, releasing sleepy-eyed sleepy beasts, dressed and trousers, washed their faces and brushed their teeth in the urging of the dormitory manager. If you get up early, soak in a glass of salt water, and sit down in front of someone's dormitory, you can see the strange hairstyles that you have made after a night's sleep, and you can hear the hoarse grunting in the bed. Walking into the toilet, you can also see students pinching paper and pondering; Or in the hallway, quietly facing the early riser who is making a fortune - at this moment, the music stops. So the whistle was louder, the urging was stricter, and with the athletes' march halfway through, the students put on their shoes, carried their bags, and ran downstairs to meet the cold, cold air of the early morning. The old buildings surrounding the playground are also lit up with orange and yellow grids to harmonize. Preferably, on the runway, teach and punish a few dazed latecomers as a foil.

Fetching water in the dormitory is quite a headache. Because of the arrival of winter, the warmth is always a journey to the west, and people are inseparable from the cold. The upper and lower stairs are all green and gray, and people walking in them need the comfort of light and heat. At this time, the electric water boiler on the third floor has become a treasure that everyone asks for - boiling hot water flows in it. Give it a try! After lunch, after dinner, before evening reading, there must have been a long and crooked queue in front of the iron box. The restless big flower jacket, the small yellow shirt that held the position, the anxious autumn pants, and the calm slippers, all cast their eyes on the red light that sometimes flickered and sometimes did not work, counting their remaining amounts, listening to the rushing water hitting the buckets and bottles, and wondering if they would be cold in the shower tonight. If you don't fetch water, you will pass by the third floor and see the crowd - the pride in front of the team, the secret joy in the team, the end of the world behind the team, the thoughts are few and far, some leave gloomily, and some look at the determination to fight to the end. There were also people who occupied the place, and with the entrustment of the brothers on their shoulders, they beat seven or eight times, baked the pot-bellied water bottle, and glanced at the slanted eyes of the whole body. The person at the end of the line saw it and complained in his heart: "Look how proud you are!" Another day, you will be at the back of the line, teach you to survive the lights-out bell, and be caught by Boss Yao! ”

There is also the sound of the piano in the dormitory after evening reading. The piano is a six-stringed piano, and Mo Jun next door buys it. On some days, after "the sun fell into the west, and the moon rose out of the east ridge", the students rested in their dormitories, and suddenly there was a plucking of strings, and the tangible and intangible tunes fell to the ground. We either went to the place where there was a guitar, or we were still sitting at our own tables—those people had heard the experience. The misty sound of the piano was Mo Jun's, Jiang Jun took over, and the storm came. It can be said that "Jiang Jun will stop, and Luan will be born". Stretching out his hand in the basin that was washing clothes, he walked out into the corridor and smoked a shirt support, and then he had to pay attention, I don't know where the troubadour's unemotional moan would come out—

"Shaolin kung fu is good—"

Or a rousing roar:

"My flowerhouse—girl!"

It is accompanied by a guitar roar. Although it is not tonal, it has a style. This combination is not inconsistent.

There is no such thing as a bedroom name. It is the second and third floors, and the name is quite a bit of a belief in the meaning of the horse. From Longyuan Pavilion, from Zhouzhou Xuan. As I walked, I figured out that the girl's bedroom must be much more dreamy and exquisite than the men's bedroom. Thinking like this, I felt that there were wolves and jackals around me. In the gentle winter night, day by day I see the cards I made, and the name I took is probably the ideal that has quietly sprouted and taken root.

Some people say that it is the most regrettable thing not to experience the dormitory life when they were students. It is probably not until I get to college that I can really experience the free, scattered, sloppy and "pure" and honest flavor of the dormitory, revel in the bizarre sweet and lovely posters that crowd the four walls, and carefully cultivate the slim mushrooms on the beds. And the dormitory in high school always has to be more disciplined and boring, right? As for the dormitory of No. 1 Middle School, it is said that its style of study is praised, its atmosphere is inspiring, and its charm is addictive. No matter how big a palace is, there are latrines, and even the best bedrooms have rats. For me, the dormitory of No. 1 Middle School is probably a quiet, unpretentious, and dependable place. When you are really wrapped in this building, you usually fall asleep; Wake up in the morning with a sad face, and leave her arms again to start a busy new day.

However, every Saturday, when I sorted out the things to take home, put on my coat, and was about to return to my own home, I saw that Langfang was quiet, the pavilion was quiet, the door was closed, and the lights were out. The white horse passes through the gap, fleeting, here and there, the old and the new, are inadvertently replaced. Life in the dormitory is nothing more than pitching - but people eventually grow up. The dormitory of No. 1 Middle School, I am afraid that it is just a light boat, crossing back and forth, there are national pillars on the boat, there are also flower girls, and more, it is Pu who has clear ambitions, but is only moving forward slowly, and will be tossing and turning in the social swamp in the future

Student dormitories, no matter where they are, are always buzzing and noisy. Especially in the men's dormitory, it seems that it is always a pot of boiling broth, Tsinghua talents, Beiying Lingren, when they enter the boiler, they are all turbid, churning with the wind; Or it is always reminiscent of the heroes in the fungus on the mop. However, the school dormitory of No. 1 Middle School, because I have been moving in for several months, there are always some unique feelings, my pen, a few words, a thousand words, but I just want to talk about the dormitory of No. 1 Middle School, which gathers "respectful, diligent, brave, public" people.

When you enter high school, of course, you can go to school, but you are in a tight hurry in the morning, and you return late in the evening, so you are always running around, busy, and pushing open the door with a body of dust, and you rarely have the idea of diving into school again. As a result, many students chose to live on campus, and together with hundreds of couples, wanted to enter a room with one heart and one mind, like an old beehive that had been weathered for a long time, this square building happily and apprehended to make room for the young bees. I've lived there until now, and I'm used to the days and nights here.

The dormitory of No. 1 Middle School cannot afford a bed. In the early morning, the night is still in the dark, the rooster is dreaming, and everything in the world is lying in silence. However, the time for the boarders to get up has quietly come, just like the sacrifice of the royal court in the pre-Qin period, in the silence of the air condensed into frost, the court fire was lit, and the taiko drum was beaten, and a solemn and deep voice exploded in everyone's ears—