? As a recent graduate from the Chinese Department, I am now embarking on a journey of learning again and become a first-year graduate student. When I saw the title, I couldn't help but sigh that I couldn't explain what the feelings were. After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that the feelings of my alma mater may be the place that I still miss deeply after seeing countless scenery.

I miss my alma mater, it is the place where memories take root and grow.

I miss the delicacies of Houji Yier Restaurant, the Jijia Ban Mian that has not increased in price after four years, the Chongqing Noodles that are always extra large and can be topped up, the wheat-flavored handmade noodles that are crowded with people, the The super good Auntie Guoqiao Rice Noodles and the Love Spicy Mix are both delicious and tasty. I miss the scene of bargaining in Thanksgiving Square even though it is very cheap, I miss the simple uncles and aunts at the fruit stall, I miss the bathing square that is cheap and has a good environment, I miss the Emperor Shun’s Mausoleum where I visited from time to time after class, and I miss eating desserts when I am in a bad mood. Yami Cake, I miss the Yangbao Village Clinic where my tall sister always cured her every time she got sick and made her feel at ease. When I talk about this, my eyes are filled with tears. These moments are gone and I can only miss and recall them with emotion.

? Wang Tonglou misses going to class. He struggles to get up from bed every morning, his eyes are bleary, and sometimes he rushes to the classroom without even bothering to wash his face or eat breakfast. After class, he rushes to the restaurant again. When I was a child, I didn't understand Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry"; when I grew up, I understood it but I was no longer young. I miss the library of Zixia Building. When you encounter a good book, you can read it all morning on the table in front of the window filled with sunshine; or if you want to check online information, the digital reading room is very convenient. Some people say that Xixia Tower looks like a sword. I think reading can be like a sword to protect us from external aggression and preserve inner purity and purity.

? I miss my roommates in the dormitory. For four years, my roommates can be said to be the closest people to me. We live together every day and understand each other's hearts. Sometimes when we can't sleep together, we talk about the past, recall the past, and look forward to the future. Everyone has a vision, hoping to hand bouquets to their besties in person when they get married, wishing them happiness, peace, and a happy life. Now they are all going their separate ways, distributed in every city, including Beijing, Xinjiang, Shenyang, and Yuncheng. No matter what, if our hearts are together, there is no separation.

I have recalled so much while writing. Let’s end with one of Li Ronghao’s recent popular songs. What if I don’t feel inferior when I’m young? Do I know what preciousness is? Those sweet dreams I didn’t give you? I feel guilty all my life. Thanks to my alma mater.