给09级大三的我们（Give us 09, three, three）.doc

给09级大三的我们（Give us 09, three, three） To the 09 level third US - a touched me, sad, tears of the article, thank the original author In 2009, a seemingly ordinary and strange summer. With the strong sun, we received a festive university admission notice. I feel some emotion, some complex, we have mixed feelings in finally remove the heavy bag, gloriously completed twelve years of quality education. The relatives and friends told the sound of our expectations and with extreme longing and yearning for freedom on a column heading southeast northwest, is the end point of XX University train. The window lights, relatives face with car song gradually disappear. Growing pains that are already gone, more story began on schedule - - - - - - - - - The days of military training is painful, under the scorching sun exposure straight past the station junzi, vertigo feel like a few degrees in military training, in the harsh instructors behind bibihuahua, cursing the damn military past soon. However, always forget that day at the end of the military training, instructors at the left of the figure, cry red eyes, together along with those of the starting mark of youth. The school day is boring and mechanical, in order to seize the first row to get up early, but at the end of the teachers eyes to sleep pitch-dark. From time to time a slumber party held a spontaneous dormitory, talked about from astronomy to geography, even in disagreement tussle together, eventually ended in a calm, yawning each other a good night, is actually unable to fall asleep, because that night, we say that the past love, dream, regret and the darkness silently shedding tears, that time the unstoppable Dagoosche University life is always a little confusion and irrational doping. A weekend sleeping 12 hours of experience, have experience in the bedroom house even eat instant noodles for a week, and roommates all night KTV to be Mic King hoarse to sleep when the whole package to Internet cafes Sudi two every day not