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十年前当我们离开校园时,听着老狼的歌,与“睡在我上铺的兄弟”们一次次的告别,在留言册上与一个个熟悉的人互道珍重,追着缓缓离去的列车泪流满面。也曾杯疑自己能否将四年的大学时光一直珍藏在记忆里,但看着年复一年的七月里分别的校园,才发现这段记忆已深深地藏在了心底。五年前当我们工作了一段时间,已经少了一些轻狂与冲动,多了几份理智与成熟,与柱园相比,社会是一个更加现实的舞台,人生如演戏,演得好与坏全在于自己的一份领悟。这段时间有几份欢乐,就有几份压力,因此常记起校园无拘无束的日子,以及一张张曾经熟悉的脸。现在我们再回头,发现离开校园越久,那段记忆就变得越清晰。十年读弹指一挥间,岁月已开始在身上留下印记。现实的社会或多或少使自己有了一些世故,同窗好友之间竟也多了一份客气与拘束。而此时的当立不立却又添了许多的不安与彷徨。回忆,此时也是一种享受。往后十年甚至更久,看身边“不惑”或者“知天命”的长辈早已心静如水,名利得失早已置之身外,承担着自己该承担的一份责任。回首往事,他们自有一份自得、从容与智慧。记忆如同一坛陈年的老酒,越久越醇,越饮越醉!
Ten years ago when we left campus, listening to the songs of the wolf, and “sleeping in my bunk brother,” they bid farewell to one another, on the message board with a familiar person mutual respect, chasing after the slow Slowly leaving the train burst into tears. He also wondered whether he could keep four years of college time in his memory. However, looking at the separate schools in the middle of July each year, he found that this memory has been deeply hidden in the heart. Five years ago when we worked for some time, we had less frivolousness and impulsiveness, more rationalism and maturity. Compared with the pillar garden, society is a more realistic stage. Life is like acting, acting well and badly. Is their own comprehension. During this period of time there were a few joys and there were some pressures, so I always remember the unrestrained days of the campus and the faces I once knew. Now let’s go back and find out the longer we leave our campus, the clearer the memory becomes. Ten years reading banging, time has begun to imprint on the body. The reality of society more or less to have some of their own worldly, classmates and more actually a more polite and restrained. At this time, standing still and adding a lot of anxiety and confusion. Memories, this time is also a pleasure. In the next ten years or even longer, watching the side “not confused ” or “knowing destiny ” elders have long been calm, fame and gain already set aside, bear the responsibility they should bear. Looking back, they have a self-satisfied, calm and wisdom. Memory as an altar of aging wine, the longer the more alcohol, the more drink the more drunk!