Graduated -- don't, my university
畢業，就像壹個大大的句號，從此，我們告別了壹段純真的青春，壹段年少輕狂的歲月，壹個充滿幻想的時代……
Graduation, like a big period, from now on, we said goodbye to a period of innocent youth, a period of years, was intermperate in my youth a fantasy times...
畢業前的這些日子，時間過的好像流沙，看起來漫長，卻無時無刻不在逝去；想挽留，壹伸手，有限的時光卻在指間悄然溜走，畢業答辯，散夥席筵，舉手話別，各奔東西……壹切似乎都預想的到，壹切又走的太過無奈。
Graduation front of these day, time is too long, looks like quicksand, but ever-present dies, Want to detain, put out a hand, but in limited time fingers quietly slips away, graduation reply, decide to scrap it altogether table feast, raise blooms, each rush thing... Everything seems to be expected, everything again go too helpless.
每壹天，我們都會有意無意地再逛逛校園，看壹看它今天的樣子，想壹想四年前它如何迎來稚氣未脫的我們。走了四年，似乎又走回到了起點。突然覺得，四年的同窗、身邊的朋友，比想象中要和善、可愛得多！星光下的夜晚，每壹個都溫柔如風。
Every day, we will unintentionally again around the campus, see it today's appearance, think about four years ago how it welcomed neotenous us. Go for four years, he seems walked back to the starting point. Suddenly feel, four schoolmates, nearby of friend, than imagination to kind and cute! Under the starlight night, each gentle wind.
再看壹看吧……
Then take a look...
那赫然相對的男生樓，就在去年的這個時候，還曾經硝煙四起；窗外的晾衣繩，飄蕩著不知哪個宿舍落下來的白襯衫；插著愛護花草牌子的草坪，記不清什麽時候已經被抄近路打水的兄弟們踩出了壹條小路；路旁的女生樓，對男生來說，幾乎成為永遠的禁區……
The boy popped relative floor, at this time last year, also had four gunsmoke, The window of the clothesline, fluttering don't know which dormitory fell down the white shirt, In a love flowers and brand of lawn, can not remember clearly what time has been cut to draw water brothers trod a path, Roadside girl floor, of boys, it almost always be box...
壹幕幕的場景就像壹張張絢爛的剪貼畫，串連成壹部即將謝幕的電影，播放著我們的快樂和憂傷，記錄著我們的青春和過往，也見證著我們的友誼和愛情！
Scenes like one scene of gorgeous barbola, concatenations into a withering movies, played by our happiness and sorrow, a record of our youth and past, and bear witness to our friendship and love!
來到這片校園之前，想象大學生活是白色的。因為象牙塔是白色的，整個生活就好像它折射的光：純凈而自由。
Came milliions campus before, imagine university life is white. Because the ivory tower is white, whole life is like it refraction of light: pure and freedom.
大壹的時候，覺得生活是橙色的。太多新生活撲面而來，新鮮而燦爛，熱情而緊張。橙色的記憶裏，有第壹次見到知名教授的激動，第壹次加入社團的好奇，第壹次考試的緊張……
Big one time, think life is orange. Too many new life on fresh and brilliant, enthusiastic and nervous. Orange memories, have first saw famous professor excitement, first joined corporate curious, first examination of nervous...
大二的時候，生活是綠色的，青春拔節生長，旺盛得像正在生長的樹，夢想也壹點點接近現實。跟老師討論問題時，看見他臉上滿意的微笑；跟老外對話時，給自己打了個滿意的分數；開始熟悉校園裏任何壹處美食，也常常在BBS上呆到很晚……
Sophomore year, life is green, green jointing growth, exuberant like growing trees, dreams are little bit close to reality. With teacher discussing problems saw his face satisfied smile, When having a conversation with the foreigner, give myself a satisfactory scores, Begin to be familiar with the campus in any one place cate, often on the BBS stayed late...
大三的時候，生活變成藍色。我們冷靜了下來，明白自己離未來究竟有多遠，並要為此做出選擇：出國，考研，還是工作。所有與這個決定相關聯的壹切都可能會變化，包括我們的愛情，那還年輕沒經歷過風雨的愛情。
Junior year, life to blue. We calmed down, understand oneself how far are from the future, and will therefore make choices: go abroad, one's deceased father grind, or work. All associated with this decision may change everything, including our love, it still young haven't experienced wind and love.
大四的生活，像有壹層薄薄的灰色。在各種選擇裏仿徨，每壹個人都忙忙碌碌，壹切仿佛壹首沒寫完的詩，匆匆開始就要匆匆告別。
The senior life, like a thin layer of gray. In all of the options in a direction, everybody busy, all seems a haven't finished writing my poem and hurried beginning hurried goodbye.
離別的日子將近，學校周圍的飯館總是擠得滿滿的。所有的朋友在那裏舉杯，為過去的日子和情感，為將來的分別和感傷。
Leaves the day approached, the school surroundings restaurant always squeezed completely. All the friends there a toast to the old days and emotions, and sentimental for future respectively.
還記得入學第壹天我們的自我介紹麽？
Remember the first day of admission we introduce yourself?
還記得我們的新生杯籃球賽麽？
Remember our freshman cup basketball game?
還記得我們壹起買了電腦，沒日沒夜地反恐，星際麽？
Remember we together to buy a computer, no day and night terror, starcraft?
還記得“小花”的夢話，“瘋子”的鼾聲麽？
Remember "flower" talk in a dream, "mad" snoring?
還記得我們壹起逛街，壹起喝酒，壹起聊天，壹起唱歌麽？
Remember when we go shopping together, go drinking, talking and sing together?
那些荒唐的，搞笑的，憂郁的，飛揚的，憤怒的，喜悅的，無比快樂的時光壹去不返，而那種放肆的幸福我想以後也不會再有了。我會用心記住妳們每個人的樣子，記得那青春的容顏，因為那裏有我生命中最美好的回憶和永恒的懷念。
Those ridiculous, funny, melancholy, float in the sky of, angry, joyful, matchless happy subsitute another, and that kind of unbridled of happiness I think hereafter there shall be no more. I attentively remember every one of you appearance, remember that the appearance of youth, because there are in my life the best memories and perpetual memories.
對著空無壹人的宿舍說了壹聲：“拜拜，我走了”，我輕輕掩上門，在夜色降臨以前，告別了我四年的大學生活，離開了這壹片留下我青春與熱血的土地。
To empty the dormitory said 1: "bye-bye, I walked" I gently mask the door, at night, I said goodbye to come before four year university life, leaving this piece leave my youth and blood of the land.
別了，我的大學！
Goodbye, my college!
依依不舍地關了燈。那壹剎那，心裏迅速劃過壹陣尖利的痛。想起四個字，青春散場。四年以前，我拎著簡單的行李來到這裏，而今天，我重新拎起新的行李，將要開始下壹站的生活。
Reluctantly turn out the light. The moment, the in the mind quickly across a sharp pain. Remind of four word, youth press. Four years ago, I carry simple baggage here, but today I again picked up the new baggage, will start next station of life.
像這四年裏的每壹天壹樣，我沿著再熟悉不過的路線走出公寓的大門，不過當我的腳步跨出門檻的壹剎那，我將不再是這裏的壹員。
Like these 4 years each day, as I walked along the familiar route again out of apartment door, but when my steps across a threshold for a moment, I will no longer be a member here.
這壹次，我不是去買盒飯，去附近的網吧上網，去校外的小店閑逛，或者是睡眼惺忪地跑去上課。這壹次，我會很鄭重地對這個留下我四年青春的地方說壹聲--再見！
This time, I'm not going to buy lunch box, the Internet bar, go to the nearby to off-campus shop, muttering or are less than 4 miles away.there ran to class. This time, I'll leave for this very solemnly me four years of youth place say 1 -- goodbye!
再見了，我的宿舍!
Good-bye, my dorm!
再見了，我的兄弟!
Goodbye, my brother!
再見了，我的青春!
Goodbye, my youth!
再見了，我的大學！
Goodbye, my college!
青春散場，我們等待下壹場開幕。等待我們在前面的旅途裏，迎著陽光，勇敢地飛向心裏的夢想；等待我們在前面的故事裏，就著星光，回憶這生命中最美好的四年，盛開過的花……
Youth press, we wait for the next opening. Waiting for us in front of the journey, meet sunshine, bravely to fly to the heart of dreams. Waiting for us in front of the story, the starlight, memories of this life the most wonderful four years, the flowers bloom...