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graduation photo time-Saturday, May 7th.

these two days, apart from taking my parents like when I was a freshman, they dragged me to sweep this small campus several times. I didn't take them out to a restaurant, but solved it in the school cafeteria.

Most of the time, I will vomit at them while eating: You should take a good look at what your daughter has eaten in the past four years. Now you know how hard it has been for me in these four years?

despite all this talk, I'm a little sad that I'm finally leaving.

that's the university canteen that I spit and disliked for four years.

But I'm still full of sadness and inexplicable feelings. Maybe I really can't bear to stay here for four years.

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"Auntie, one dish, one meat, two meals."

Immediately, a woman wearing a mask began to wave the silver spoon in her hand non-stop. After the oily pig's trotters were gently lifted, they turned over in mid-air and landed firmly on the shiny rice. The hot air of "Baa Baa" rose, and several black and green vegetables slammed down before the pig's trotters caught their breath.

"next!" Aunt shouted.

When people are crowded, people who come and go in the dining hall are more like headless flies.

and I skillfully step back half a step to the right, turn around and bend slightly, and flash!

I have become more and more convinced that it is so important to master the chain action of this series of canteens since I was accidentally shot off a few pig's trotters in the canteen last time.

In the era when I was hungry and the US group's take-away army began to rise quietly, I was still deeply familiar with and obsessed with the scene of cooking in the canteen every time: the "masked" aunt was full of impatience with shiny and attractive rice, and the left sentence was "Make money!" Right sentence "Cary doesn't have enough money!" Lion roars.

And the old uncle wearing a tall kitchen hat secretly sweeps all kinds of girls in the window with his eyes, and adds food and rice according to his face value and mood, so it is better not to compliment the old man's heavy taste.

after finishing the meal, turn around, grab the plate, find a place where there are few people, and then sit down quickly after aunt wipes the table, so that you can relax and have a good meal. Sometimes, after a meal, the whole person walks back to the dormitory with a flip-flop, and by the way, they have a "silent encounter" with those students who take takeout. You will find that the expressions on their faces are actually different. In the long and anxious waiting, yellow alarms of different shades began to flash. Especially in the hot summer, the takeaway brother was panting and sweating, and was splashed by these arrogant people. The scene was also quite "tragic".

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According to my roommates and me, people who order takeout are generally "rich and slutty". You and other soil turtles are still trying to tighten their wallets with the mentality of benefiting the school, and by the way, help Yu 'ebao to increase its value.

However, sometimes when I look at the dazzling take-away menu, I will still feel a little splash when I look at all kinds of activities, such as buying N and giving N away. I don't know where I got the willpower to resist this naked temptation in the "trap" where smart merchants began to provide home delivery service-those things wrapped in white plastic are not more attractive than those iron plates and bowls in the dining hall.

Sometimes, after sitting in front of the computer for a whole day, I finally screamed, and even the action of going downstairs to get the meal after the take-out came to the door was simply avoided. I gave the money to take the meal, and I swallowed and chewed casually while writing a copy, but I don't know why some sense of loss appeared like this.

Especially when I happened to bump into my roommate Jia, who had a bulging belly, playing LOL and gulping down rice, I ran downstairs decisively and silently.

In contrast, I prefer the smell of the canteen, and the art of cooking performed by my aunt is much more interesting.

Just walk around aimlessly in the dining hall, make a meal or noodles at the right time and place, or squeeze into a team in the hot dining hall to get back half a watermelon from my aunt, find a seat by the window, and dig down a piece of melon meat with an iron spoon while watching the influx of people. The feeling of "everyone is hot and I am alone" is really wonderful.

this is my university canteen.

I think this may be the most non-mainstream reason why I don't want to graduate.

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The memories of the dining hall have probably fermented more deeply in my youth since I left my mother. In the past, when I stayed in high school, except for going home several times in winter and summer vacations, all other time was basically dedicated to the school. I still remember that when my mother helped me move my luggage and arrange accommodation, she took a shortcut at noon, and accidentally ate an eggplant braised pork in the dining hall, praising its delicious color, health and hygiene, and then handed me over to my aunt in the dining hall with peace of mind.

Soon, the time on the middle school campus passed, and after three years of tossing, I finally bid farewell to all the big plates and small plates that were placed outside the window, and left peacefully with the same aunt and impatient expression. Until I went home to eat those home-cooked dishes cooked by my mother, I was so excited that tears fell down, and the smell of home stuck in my throat.

In fact, I never told my mother that after that day, I rarely had the opportunity to eat eggplant braised pork. It was just an elaborate game set up by the school. I didn't tell my mother either. It was not the good food and meat in the canteen that made me so intelligent and sensible, but it was the bad food that made me cherish every time I went home and understand the feeling of singing in tears in Wang Jie's lyrics: "I changed my appearance in the years." Until later, I really wanted to "fly away", my mother couldn't take it away, and the food couldn't be taken away. After leaving this city, we met another woman in charge of human food in another city-"Aunt Dining Hall" and rushed to her arms when she was hungry-"Dining Hall".

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When the character Sister Milk Tea appeared at the end of 214, grass-roots goddesses from universities came out in succession. At this moment, I wish that there could be a character like No.1 in the university canteen downstairs. She can act unfamiliar, but her expression must be in place, and her attitude must be gentle. She can accidentally type the wrong dishes, but she can never give me a few dishes on the same amount of food. She can be less careful than my mother, but she can't.

Unfortunately, the reality is always so cruel. Every time the dining hall is opened, the lights in the dining room are lit up, and all kinds of aunts are on stage. A silver spoon is stretched out, shrunk and turned over, and the aunts' cheeks are wrinkled and staring at the students behind them. "Next!" Occasionally, when a meal with a hideous face has to be made do, the students stand in front of the window with their fingers pointing: "I want this!" " After hesitating for half a second, I was surprised to see a large plate of pig's trotters that my uncle had just served, and immediately stopped my aunt. "I still want this!"

As a result, it is inevitable that my aunt will give me a few 36-degree eyes, and she will knock on the spoon and make a harsh sound. "What do you want?" Full of a pair of "a stick to fly you" expression, you can only watch from a distance and don't be ridiculous.

For those girls who lose weight, such as my roommates, such as pig's trotters, pig's feet, potato ribs and hemp incense, they all look like a pool of lard in their eyes, and they spit every time they watch them.

Of course, I also understand that every girl wants to be Zhao Feiyan in her palm, and the thinner she is, the better. They use all kinds of low-energy ways such as not eating or drinking, eating apples for three meals, drinking porridge and nutritious meals to achieve the posture of "weak willows to help the wind", slimming out a new era and a new realm.

Therefore, this army of dieters often appears in the rice congee window where lunch is served. The sparse rice congee is as dull as boiled water. I walked past them with big fish and meat, and two different voices in my heart comforted myself while repenting: How can I lose weight if I don't have enough food! .

I don't blame myself. My mother always said that women should be kind to themselves, eat well and dress well, and be healthy is the last word. Well, every time I touch my waist, I comfort myself like this. Just be healthy.

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steamed bread, tea eggs, braised pork chops, scrambled eggs with loofah, lettuce with garlic paste, kelp and shrimp soup, sweet and sour fish pieces, fried beef with vermicelli, wax gourd with scallion oil, tomato and egg soup ... From Monday to Sunday, from breakfast to dinner, from my high school to college, my canteen has accompanied me through almost every spring, summer, autumn and winter, and my favorite pig's trotters have finally turned golden to brown. I have eaten the worst rice, the best vegetables, the hottest northern food and the bland southern food.

In the dining hall, there were crowds of people. In my memory, familiar faces came to me with a plate of food.

whether you love or not, it is there, neither sad nor happy.

whether you go or not, it is still there, neither increasing nor decreasing.

auntie, one dish, one meat, two meals.

I remember you. You still want pig's feet today, right?

I dragged my huge suitcase and suddenly two lines of "tears" came down.