That aspectant male student hostels, at the same time of last year, once full of smoke of gunpowder; the clothesline that outside the window, wafting a white shirt that fell from an unknown hostel; I can't remember in what time, the lawn with a standing love flower brand had been full of paths because of the buddies always looked for the shortcuts; female student hostels, almost became the eonian forbidden zone for boys; whether the doors of study rooms in multifunction building are still open, we used to working very hard in that room for a few weeks during the preparation of Graduate Examination, I think there is no body there nowadays, I am always grateful for the days of immersing ourselves in hard study; no matter what, I gained a lot from that……Scenes like the pieces of gorgeous barbolas, thread in a movie that about to curtain call, playing our happiness and sadness, recording our youth and past, also witnessing our friendship and torch of Hymen!