Who and what have warmed your youth in college life?

Freshman lives in the North Campus, and now he is in the former site of Fu Jen Catholic University. The yard is deep and the corridor is very curved, so I met several students from the Academy of Fine Arts who were studying there. They are free and easy, which makes me see a bright color in the melancholy youth color. The other two bright colors, one is my senior who has been in love for four years, and the other is my roommate who witnessed my youth.

I often go to the Academy of Fine Arts with my two roommates, Yan Hejie. Sometimes I climbed the second floor of Taowangfu Garden to take photos, and sometimes I ran out to listen to concerts together. At that time, it was an unconscious romantic era, an era of material shortage but madness. Later, on a street many years after graduating from college, Lao Han, who used to play in the Academy of Fine Arts, suddenly stopped me. Ah, I feel young again. It is a warm memory for me.

And seniors. Only one year older than me. It was he who just started school to welcome the new year, he accompanied us to go through various formalities later, and he was the first to make waves in my heart. He took me to Xiaoyangquan Hutong where Mr. Lao She wrote Four Generations under One roof. He introduced my classmate's poems to me. He traveled with me on the university campus, and he took me to the dance. I can't mention all the past, but now 20 years have passed, leaving is painless, and everything is beautiful.

My roommate Jay and I took part in the school sports meeting. She asked me why I didn't cheer him on. I think time can be reversed. I must be bolder and bolder. In front of everyone, I will shout loudly: Come on!

Yaner and Jie gave me a lot of comfort at that time. We talked about the past, the present and the future. We laughed and cried, and we were sad. We went to Guo Tu to see a movie by bike and walked barefoot all the way back to school. We went to church together on Christmas Eve, and laughter passed through the hutong of Huguo Temple at midnight ... We witnessed each other's pride and frustration, we talked about literature and art, we played chess and guitar, we rode horses to attend the Eighth National Congress and met Li See Guang Zhi, a military training instructor. All this was just ordinary at that time, but now the memory of snow is all over the window.

Be grateful for the years.