Write to the roommate

It’s been a long time outside. In fact, every time the most sad and most lost is wronged, the first thing I think of is the dormitory. The most I want to see is the roommate who has lived with me for two years.

For two years, my growth, you took me, took me, helped me, patiently, sincerely, like my loved ones, taught me like my sister.

Each of you

Teach me to stack quilts, give me a mosquito net, teach me to wash clothes, teach me to cut apples, help me comb my hair, teach me to fall in love, you pull me, grow up step by step.

When I was helpless many times, the appearance of "Mom", I held her crying, and then I was injured by her own home.

In the winter of the first year, I still have a child who doesn’t understand anything. Because I’m afraid of cold, I’m crying, I’m crying, your distressed comfort.

The afternoon of the awards landscaping contest, I was excited to hold you and cry and laugh.

Cried

Laughed

We grew up little by little.

No matter how young the child is, how she does it, how far she runs, it is still the pure and simple child.

Because you believe that her essence is as always

Thank you, dear, you guys.

2.

"In the various shades of flowers that are waving to you / who's hand suddenly withdraws / tightly grabs his eyes..."

Shu Ting - "Goddess Peak"

When the memory fades into a fallen leaf, we stand in tears in our memories. I think maybe we will never go to this step.

But looking back, the university still has a lot of life worth visiting.

In the blink of an eye, our university, which used to be a long university, has gone through half the journey.

Someone said this:

"The freshman is a bottle of open cola, exciting and simple;

The sophomore is a keynote of the biography, fresh and smooth;

The junior is a pair of cheap sneakers, worn but still durable;

The fourth year is a broken kite, lonely and brave. ”

We are a junior, just like the autumn leaves, the sunset is just right.

The university is like a blank sheet of paper. We are brushes, and even if it is not successful, it will not be blank.

The bit of life, even if it is not forever, but hopes that one day, by chance, we have walked together...

13437, a long day "QQ Fantasy" Jinchang Street will remember, a wave called "language pass", a reputation "corruption - defeated"

Xiao Yan, there is also a joke that "the prime minister". Four people and one play, each day staged a wonderful and colorful show. The vernacular time before going to bed every night,

The meeting will be "speaking amazingly" with the Xiaoyan General Assembly, but it is also progressing; the "dirty funds" of the dormitory are slowly filling up...

Walked through, laughed, never cried, because our goal is to let happiness fly into the open heart!