Essay on the White Dew as Frost

Editor's recommendation: Maybe you are not used to the morning when roadside camphor trees are replaced by birch trees, to school meals, to the distance from your hometown, and to leaving one after another. Don't worry, try to get used to all the unaccustomed things, and you will get used to them. When the morning dew turns to frost, you will find that everything is just right. Not boring waiting, but learning slowly.

The wind is the coolest in the morning, and the sky is especially refreshing in the morning. The camphor trees on the roadside are particularly oily green in the morning, and the dew drips slowly from the leaves and flows to the land and roots. I like the clean scenery in the morning, so I left quietly in the morning, leaving my hometown and going far away.

"I worked so hard that I didn't expect it to leave home. There is no spring and autumn in my hometown, only spring and summer that come and go in a hurry. " It's strange when the familiar scenery moves back a little. I remembered two lyrics from my college days. My first impression about the university is probably these two lyrics.

You must be like me, with infinite yearning for the distance. But when the distance was closer, when it was no longer far away, I began to be afraid again. Just like when I was a child, I look forward to growing up. When I grew up, I suddenly found that it was different from what I thought when I was a child.

When the bus arrived at the station, it seemed that the sleepy people on the bus and the old songs in the backpack pressed the pause button at the same time. The world outside the window began to replace the dream in the car. If you don't understand the meaning of "peace and joy", come to the station and have a look! Bags of luggage, parents with children and girls. ...

I followed my dad with my schoolbag on my back. My heavy luggage hung on his left and right shoulders. My clothes are wrinkled together under the weight of two big bags, and there are traces of cement that can't be washed away. It suddenly occurred to me that Zhu Ziqing's eyes must be red when he wrote about his father's back. Simple words are full of emotion, probably because there is a * * * sound between the reader and the author. So, no matter how fast you walk, please look at your father's back before you leave.

When I saw my university, I silently said, "Dear University, please take care of me when we first met." After completing the admission formalities, my father and I had our first meal in the university cafeteria. The school food is not to our taste. Perhaps the parting is quietly beginning, and the bitter taste has climbed onto the table. Therefore, the meal must be eaten slowly, and often after the meal. After eating this meal, dad will run to the station again. His next stop is a distant place where both cold and heat must be endured. I went to the construction site where my father worked in the summer vacation of my sophomore year, and I will probably always remember that summer. That summer was the hottest one I spent when I grew up. It was really unbearable to live in a mobile home built with foam sandwich panel. At noon, everything in the room is hot, there is no air conditioning, two electric fans are on, and there is no wind. At this time, my father was working in the embrace of the sun, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. There is always sadness in this world that you can't feel.

The first class in college is called class meeting class. The head teacher talked a lot about the rules and regulations of the university, and there are many interesting things that we will experience in the future.

Come to a strange city, meet a group of strangers, and then use a period of time to turn the strangeness into familiarity. Everyone is probably growing into what he wants in such a changing environment. At this time, sitting in the dormitory, I suddenly feel how difficult it is to know someone and how valuable a friend who can share my feelings is. The dormitory door has been knocked on again and again, and all kinds of societies are recruiting new people. The university is really wonderful, but the more lively the place, the more lonely people there are. I want to join the literary club, but it is wrong for me to recruit new people from the literary club. All the uninterested clubs didn't go to the interview. Why bother if you don't like it? They say the university is a lively and lovely place. Join more clubs, you can meet more people and exercise your abilities in all aspects. That's true, but I always stubbornly believe that there are so many people around me, they can't get to know each other, and they can't bear to know some distant people. I am a backward child in a big era. I like quiet mornings and starry nights. It can only be said that everyone's pursuit is different, and living ordinary but not mediocre is also a pursuit.

Maybe you are not used to the morning when roadside camphor trees are replaced by birch trees, to school meals, to your hometown being so far away from you, and to leaving one after another. Don't worry, try to get used to all the unaccustomed things, and you will get used to them. When the morning dew turns to frost, you will find that everything is just right. Not boring waiting, but learning slowly.