Buying a book from the book city, habitually look up to the road. The other is my alma mater, I am shocked, my four years, the most young and young time. After graduation, I left in this city. How many times came from it, I just habitually look at it, but I didn't expect to see it. Is it afraid that some memories of past days, still never dare to touch the most warm corner of the heart. Suddenly, there is something like something to take yourself, go there. "Doctoral" in the year, what is it now, there is no. I said it may change, and it should be very big. Both people are awkward, waiting for the sky, everyone will come together for a time. The school gate is still old, but it is just more open, it is high. Walk along the familiar little lake, there are some stone bench, and three three or two people sitting. Going up, I went to the dormitory area, new construction, but I still saw the building of our original living, and others were more old. The old man in the door room is changed. I don't know if I am familiar. I often take a speaker to call XX to the old man who has a phone. Where is the phone? The old man looked at me in the duty room, I smiled, the old man didn't stop me. Our room is on the sixth floor - 609. Slowly walk in the corridor, experience the feelings when they are here, they are actually awkward. The songs came in the corridor, and it was not so familiar. It is a strange figure on the side. Go to the fifth floor! The mood is actually excited. You can already see the room we have lived! 609 - It is on the opposite place, just in front of me. What happens, my eyes are also blurred. The room is hot, there is a student in the door that is concentrated with guitar, and singing is the "light story" we often sing. The story of water is taken away by the light, changed a person ... I rely on the building, I closed my eyes, quietly, and the footsteps around him didn't seem to be there. Time is at this moment. By a few years ago. Can't go up, in my heart, I said to myself, there is still a book, singing, and the footsteps of our young gentle, after all, there is no more familiar figure. Changed, everything is blurred. Wait until they ask me, how should I answer? They are coming, what about them?
