人间四月天,校园里的樱花开得沸沸扬扬,阳光下落了一地,斑驳得像我杂乱的心事。总相信只要有一朵花还没有凋零,春天就没有过去,而春神也必然还在这土地上。校园里,每天一个人走过食堂、图书馆、宿舍。认真读一本古籍或者虚构一段故事,写几首小诗,和文学社喜欢文字的朋友喝酒,谈诗论史,办我们文学社的刊物。走过幽静的校园,目睹 In April, the cherry blossoms on campus were uproarious, the sun fell to the ground, and mottled like my messy mind. Always believe that as long as there is a flower has not dying, the spring has not passed, and the Spring God is also still on the land. On campus, a person walked through the canteen, library, dormitory every day. Read an ancient book or make a fictional story, write a few poems, drink with friends who love writing in literary societies, talk about the history of poetry, and publish publications of our literary society. Through the quiet campus, witnessed