Once again in Beijing, only to feel the sky is gray. Because there are fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the road. Deep breath, the chest is cold and cold. I tightened my coat, pulled my hat, and prepared to walk to wukesong on foot with my mother. The dirty and warm air in the subway surrounded me, and I was drowsy in my chair. Several subways have finally arrived. Get out of the subway station and the glare of the sun hit me. It is tsinghua that stands tall in the distance.
I entered this holy gate with great care, and a long street and tall trees came into view. The sidewalks are full of bikes. We walked by the main road and the car passed by. The whole university only the wind blow the rustling sound of the trees, walked for a long time not to see the teaching building, I am a little tired, looked up to see the road sign this is a street, tsinghua street. I was surprised to ask my mother: "there is such a street in the university, or a two-way street." Mom said that you don't understand that there are some universities and buses.
Walking around a corner, the view is very open. It's a european-style building with a pointed roof and a large lawn in front of it. I ran over and looked at the building up close. Its colors are white and black, and the paint on the walls has been peeling off. I walked up the steps of marble and pushed open the wooden door and creaked. It is divided into two tiers, each of which is high. From the outside, it is very beautiful to come near to give off a long history of smell, the buildings here have a hundred years of history. Next to it was the student's dormitory building, a large, tall, three-story tree with a few people in front of it. Its branches stretched out into the sky, green and green, and it was sixty years old. I couldn't see enough to see that I had to leave them in my camera.
The campus was so big that it didn't go through in the afternoon. We went to the library specifically, and there were three floors, almost all of them with lights on. Quietly walk in, the book fragrance that comes from the nose. They were all holding thick books and reading in their seats with their eyes tucked in their seats, reading the papers and making notes, and someone came in and didn't notice. There were even silver - haired old men. Burst I moved emotionally, that is in the fifth everyone is New Year's day and no school starts in the home, they had come here to full of fierce competition is a beautiful campus, start to struggle!
The ancient buildings, the ancient trees, the diligent students and the elegant environment of the wind is the charm of this century-old school. There are so many people who want to come here and study here is such a happy thing. The university is beautiful, I hope to grow up quickly, also come to tsinghua, like them, study life in the school with thick ancient rhyme.
