Youth

2008-05-04 08:49:58 / 个人分类：Life

Youth is like a piece of clean white paper waiting for you to write something on; Youth is also like a yard of lawn out of window not allowed to step on.. I open the door of memory and take down everything meaningful, then let it go.

The last year before university
I was still shocked by the talk between my classmates that it was almost the time every year for the entrance exam to university again. Although I have spent nearly two years on university, the old days before university never escape from my memory. Every time I look the old happenings back, those joys and pains will occur to my mind.
I don’t know how to go through those days when I was in grade 3 of senior school. What I know is that thousands of pieces of papers flutteredonto my desk like snow every day. My desk was stacked completely with many reference and practice books. A big and clear number on the wall reminded us cruelly how many days to the big exam.once in a while, I raised my head out of the huge stack of books, seeing the tracks left by a couple of birds in the blue sky out of window.
In the spring, trees standing by the lane leading to our apartment showed off their fantastic white mixed with pink flowers to passer-bys.
With a blast of breeze , flocks of flowers flew down to pave the stone lane fromone end to the other. However, I seldom appreciated those beautiful flowers, because my mind was filled with endless practice, quizzes that kept me thinking even when I walked. Some days later, I saw unconsciously that those flowersonce covering the trees had all gone without any cue. Instead, the air was embedded with sense of green leaves which went with the light and mild wind and what took on in front of my eyes was totally green. That seemed to tell me: spring had passed. Wandering around the playground with a book in my hand and a little upset, I almost bumped into a face who was towards me. That was an unusual face because it was always with a smile----like spring, like peach flowers and like an angel…
Most of the days before the exam were quite dull. We were always trying to look for fun in order to color the pray days, even though we hadn’t got any significant things.
I preferred to spend my spare time extracted from weekend in playing basketball with several friends until the sun hided behind the hill and dark swallowed the court. Then, I would play the guitar to amuse my friends while they were telling jokes. We were showered in the breeze on the river. The light of street-lamps were shattered into the river and went away with the water which seemed like many little stars twinkling from time to time.
Time passed so fast that sometimes we hadn’t enjoyed ourselves enough. It was time for dormitory to be closed. So we had to hurry to run back while praying the gate open all along the way. Sometimes we found surprisingly that there was light glowing from some window of studying building when we couldn’t help betting which class that light belonged to. To our delights, the gate was still open. We rushed in without hesitate.
All that good old days passed. Time sneaked away from between fingers. So did what had happened. I just tried to deposit some people and some things into my memory and put the in a certain corner deep in my heart. And this is my last year before university.

The first year at university Walking on the lane of campus pitch greeted by a blast of cool breeze, my mind was refreshed out of tiredness. Also, my eyeballs were attracted by a group of new students playing football happily. Although keeping my eyes on them, my mind returned the year when I was a freshman.
University was like a new world waiting for me to explore. Everything was fresh just like me.
The university life I had dreamed of started with a 3 weeks’ exhausting military training. All the boys and girls were ordered to wear a suit of mini-uniform. The all day long training in the hot sun almost made us faint. So I took it for granted that my surviving the military training was my first success at university. Undeniably, the university life was really rich. I had classmates from all over the country with all kinds of accents. Everyone here was able to find his or her own stage. 20-30 classes per week left me enough time to take advantage of it free. Besides, the routine holidays staying in a fixed time withoutone day deprived were waiting for me to paint for them. Everyone had rights to participate in any association or run forone member of student union. In my opinion, they can help expand students’ horizon and develop some abilities. I, of course, took part in chess and car association. As for the student union, unfortunately, I lose. On the whole, university provided me with a stage to show myself on!
As a school, the difference between university and high school lied in the liberty of having classes. On classes, teachers were given to wait for students instead of students waiting for teachers know as an eternal law in senior school.once upon a time, I felt tired of my own boring class. So I went away to go in for an optional class called “web-designing”. Because of my excellent performance, I was praised by the teacher more thanonce. But in the final exam, you know, I had no right to take that. After having learned the truth, the teacher couldn’t help but sway his head.
Even though at university, studying was still the most important thing I had to realize. After all, university was not the paradise in my dream. Teachers never slowed down just because someone lagged behind. At the beginning, I couldn’t adapt to the way teachers gave lessons. Luckily, I talked with an elder student by chance and he told me some of his experience in learning. Regularly, I adjusted myself to studying in a right way.
The campus is beautiful. It is just like a little town. Lots of people live here and strive for their futures. The university life is interesting in deed. But it doesn’t mean that you deserve leisure.
As usual, I got up at 6:30. after less than 30 minutes’ doing myself up. I started for breakfast. Then I hurried to classroom trying to find a seat as near the blackboard as possible. If I kept concentrating on what my teacher said without being distracted, I deserved praise. In the afternoon, I had to make a plan for the activity called “host-challenging contest”. In the evening, I planned to attend a lecture about cars delivered by a famous professor. And then, I went over the knowledge in time. At about 10:30pm, I went back to my dorm. Seeing my lovely dorm-mates, I was really excited about that. We had a so-called “lying-meeting” every night like in the other dorms. That was so amazing. We could talk whatever we wanted to. That was a day’s prime time. At last, we all fell asleep without being aware of who saying the last word. This isone usual day of my university life.
University is like a miniature society as my students know. It needs you to be independent and learn how to get along with the others. Maybe it can be considered as a process of life from immaturity to maturity. It is also part of my memory worth my depositing. And this is the first year at university.

Well, those are my stories in the two periods. Yes, you can say that they are totally different. However, in the meantime, I’m sure you’ve also got an idea that they are both a period of life, to be exact, the youth. Probably they will occasionally come to my mind like some harmonious notes. So I will do my best to compose them into a memorable and plain song. “Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind”, said Samuel Ullman. I believe him so much. I’ll cherish the youth because it makes me always in youth.

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