A corner of the campus -- Mushroom Pavilion (Image: Internet)
Time is shallow, the years are long, the warmth of April, it is always so easy to stir up thoughts. The new green outside the window stretched delicately, and even the veins grew carefully, fresh and translucent, as if it were just about to see the world; the dust under the wisps of sunlight appeared unscrupulous, covering the thick old leaves with a layer of gray, and last night there seemed to be a seemingly innocent drizzle, so that these "thick lines" that had lost their luster showed the vicissitudes of the holes. Thick leaves, high on the branches, guarding the first buds, protecting the buds waiting to be released, waiting for a heavy rain to wash, enjoying the joy of the leisurely annual rings.
The back garden of the campus -- Wanjuan Garden (Image source: Internet)
Time is dashing, not merciless to anything, so that each living individual has its own way of return and direction for growth. We are like the "thick lines" standing on the branches, both longing for the tension of the sun, but also afraid of the vicissitudes of the passage of time, the twists and turns of life make us grow up panicking, often covered with a layer of ash, inadvertently slowly changing its appearance. But so what? What about the peace in life? We have also been a delicate and transparent new green, and we have had the most gorgeous chapters, and we have also sweated and have no regrets! Looking back at the past like water, the scattered youth dance music will still be sung, hurried that year, it is twenty years ago, those youth marks that once belonged to us, it is still so familiar and kind.
Those discs that have been eliminated by the times record the dreams of our youth, and the old photos of the past have become eternal memorials. Yesterday's reappearance makes us cry in an instant, but the blurred image can't blur the heart, we still love deeply, that door, that wall, that window, that blackboard, that desk, even the grass that grows under the playground steps are clearly emerging, as if we are back to the past, back to the era when the white dress fluttered...
Cangshan Campus of Fujian Institute of Technology -- School Gate (Source: Internet)
In those years, familiar campus landscapes
The campus scenery of my alma mater is not the same as other schools, and I was stunned on the first day I stepped into the school gate that year, and the school designed by the "architect" was different, like a labyrinth. Although it is not as grand and majestic as the teaching buildings of other schools, this is the characteristic of the architects themselves, and I am deeply attracted by the flowers and trees, the first floor and the house. The building of the alma mater is built in the middle of the mountainside, the slope design and the split-level design are the main features, we can overlook the panoramic landscape of Fuzhou on the high teaching building, the green plants of the campus are layered, and from the slope at the entrance of the school, trees, shrubs, and climbing vines have formed their own landscapes. Groups of old photos evoked my thoughts, and a stream of heat filled my eyes. This place, I no longer belong to her, but I have been there and left good memories, that is enough!
School Auditorium (Image: Internet)
Dear alumni, do you remember our geometric gate with a very light and shadow effect?
Do you remember that the 946 bus stop kiosk? The romantic place full of wisteria flowers on the left side of the school entrance!
Do you remember the auditorium full of climbing tigers? That's where we can be young, sing and celebrate!
Do you remember the red brick building full of historical charm? That was where we first sketched!
Do you remember the quiet and quiet "Ten Thousand Scrolls Garden"? That's the perfect place for morning reading and couples dating!
Do you remember the basketball court that made us sweat profusely? Athletics field for military training and athletics?
Do you remember the first time we set up a measuring instrument to measure the height difference of each slope in the school?
Do you remember that the atrium design of the Urban Construction Building is a shorthand at the beginning of the letter of "Fujian Jianzhuan"?
Do you remember the construction of the building? Building a building? Chengjiao Building? And the simple classroom where we often draw pictures all night?
Do you remember the dormitories that lived with us? And the uncles and aunts of the biological stewards whom we affectionately call "Iber" and "Im"?
Do you remember...
Classrooms in Chengjian Building (Image source: Internet)
In those years, we were popular in campus life
In those years, we took a plastic magnetic rice card, hit five yuan to eat a full four dishes and a soup, missed the canteen's back pot meat, missed the boiled noodles in the commissary at the school gate, missed the Shaxian snacks that could add more sauerkraut, and missed the student street that made us visit every week... Grilled squid skewers, Fuzhou fish balls and meat swallows, Shandong multigrain pancakes, Fuding meat slices, shacha noodles, fruit salad... only you can't think of it, nothing you can't eat!
In those years, large-scale events such as military training exercises, singing competitions, model competitions, school sports meetings, and school anniversaries made our study life rich and colorful.
In those years, radio stations, newspapers, literary clubs, basketball clubs, bands and other campus club activities made us feel novel, all kinds of presidents, editors-in-chief, captains will interview and select their own "officers", everyone can be said to do their best, their talents to the fullest, that is, from that time on, I found the self-confidence that I had lost for many years!
In those years, the familiar hometown sound would always ring out around the "Daoxiangzhuang", and the "Hometown Association" would be welcomed one after another, which made the new students feel warm and kind.
Those years are also particularly memorable years. When the men's soccer team qualified, we gathered in the canteen to watch the ball game all night, and at the moment of the goal, the shouts were everywhere, and everyone was excited. In 2002-2003, SARS broke out in Guangdong, and as a trainee, we cooperated with the school department to do self-isolation measures, and we still remember it more than ten years later.
In those years, the teacher led us to travel to Suzhou, Hangzhou, Shanghai and other places, visiting ancient buildings and garden plants along the route, and we enjoyed the scenery and sketched all the way
Those years,......
School canteen (Image source: Internet)
In those years, the innocent journey we walked together made us crazy, moved, and clinging to it
In those years, the whole dormitory secretly chased the drama and spent an all-night, just to see a perfect finale;
In those years, we were on the net for three dollars an hour, chatting in popular dialogue, waiting, the end of the screen, the sudden beating of the gray penguin;
In those years, we worked hard, dormitories fraternal dinners, and a bunch of people would always be mixed with pairs and pairs;
In those years, we met on the dance floor of the campus, interpreting the romantic legend of the fairy tale princess and prince meeting;
In those years, we invited each other to go sightseeing, watch the moon and see the stream together, and watch the meteor shower together;
In those years, listening to the melody of Daolang's roar, we saw Fuzhou's "first snow in 2002";
In those years, we were accompanied by canvas shoes, casual T-shirts and flared jeans;
In those years, on weekend evenings, we would play cards together leisurely, line up to cook porridge on the phone;
In those years, the ritual sense of life was particularly important, we would celebrate every festival collectively, and secretly eat hot pot in the dormitory;
Fuzhou Cangshan District Old Student Street (Image source: Internet)
The beauty of those years has converged into a song that will be sung forever, and the song of this song is called "Youth Without Regrets"! Hurry that year, it was twenty years ago! The events of that year still make our noses sour, our eyes red, and we think back to the days we walked together, there is passion, there is touch, there are thousands of intertwined threads. The warm wind of April will wake up the sea of flowers in May, my alma mater, although I no longer belong to you, you are not the same you you were, but the memories are so precious, miss so hot!