I am a fresh graduate in 2014. On the night when I was about to graduate and leave, we started guessing wildly in the corridor of the dormitory with the gentle breeze and beer, peanuts and melon seeds. We were completely immersed in such a cheerful and joyful atmosphere for a while.

, no one is allowed to mention "graduation" because it is a period of youth, full of sentimentality and reluctance.

We had a great time drinking that night. We were about to leave the next day. I saw many people off to the station, but I didn’t let others see me off because parting was the most painful pain that I couldn’t hold back my tears. For the time being, I thought that was

growing up.

I chose to leave second to last in the dormitory, which was also helpless, because one of the dormitory buddies was so high last night that he missed the last bus back when he got up the next day. He didn't say hello when he left, and walked casually on the campus road in silence.

I took a few photos as souvenirs, including the teaching building, football field, basketball court, and school gate. I know that the next time I come here, it will be very deserted. The new campus has been built and will be moved next year.

The moment I walked out of the school gate, I really forgot about my nose and covered my eyes, and couldn't bear to look back.

Your alma mater is a place where you can scold yourself eight times a day but don’t allow others to scold you!

Only when you are ready to leave will you find yourself regretting that you have not taken a serious look at every scenery on campus.

Here are my good or regretful past, my back in a hurry, my efforts to study late at night before the exam in order not to fail, my sweat for the collective honor, this memory will never be forgotten and I will have no regrets in this life.