Freshmen:
Not long after I went to the university to report, I encountered a nationwide swine flu epidemic. I thought A was far away from us, but who would have thought that the first classmate with a fever in grade was my roommate. It's an honor that we are isolated. Students with fever are isolated in the hospital and we are isolated in the dormitory. The days of isolation are actually quite pleasant. When the meal arrived, someone delivered it to your door (it was not popular at that time). Afraid that our life would be sad, the senior across the street generously lent us a notebook. In this way, we began our drama-chasing era-"Next Station Happiness". A week later, it's good to be free from isolation.
This drama accompanied us through the most difficult time, and it was because of the generosity of our senior sister that we became a family in just over ten days.
Sophomore:
Love in college is always simple and beautiful, and many people fall in love one after another. Love has sweetness and bitterness, laughter and tears. My roommate at this time is our best backup brain trust. The tea party after lights out at night, whether it is teasing, criticizing or comforting, is the favorite of several of us. Finally, we only have one room full of laughter. In the face of love rat, it is indispensable to share the same enemy; In the face of handsome guys, comment; Facing the warm man, tell my roommate: cherish it.
Junior year:
Thousands of miles away from home, I still miss home the most; No matter how delicious the food outside is, what I want most is my mother's home cooking. Roommates come from all corners of the country, and when they really can't help thinking about home cooking, they will take out the small rice cooker hidden in the cupboard, cook a hot pot, steam a boiled egg and eat it with gravy to ease their desire.
In the memory of youth, there are ups and downs, and each frame can be drawn independently; Memories of youth, like an altar of wine, the longer Mika.