毕业了——别了，我的大学
Graduated -- don't, my university
毕业，就像一个大大的句号，从此，我们告别了一段纯真的青春，一段年少轻狂的岁月，一个充满幻想的时代……
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...
毕业前的这些日子，时间过的好像流沙，看起来漫长，却无时无刻不在逝去；想挽留，一伸手，有限的时光却在指间悄然溜走，毕业答辩，散伙席筵，举手话别，各奔东西……一切似乎都预想的到，一切又走的太过无奈。
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.
每一天，我们都会有意无意地再逛逛校园，看一看它今天的样子，想一想四年前它如何迎来稚气未脱的我们。走了四年，似乎又走回到了起点。突然觉得，四年的同窗、身边的朋友，比想象中要和善、可爱得多！星光下的夜晚，每一个都温柔如风。
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.
再看一看吧……
Then take a look...
那赫然相对的男生楼，就在去年的这个时候，还曾经硝烟四起；窗外的晾衣绳，飘荡着不知哪个宿舍落下来的白衬衫；插着爱护花草牌子的草坪，记不清什么时候已经被抄近路打水的兄弟们踩出了一条小路；路旁的女生楼，对男生来说，几乎成为永远的禁区……
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...
一幕幕的场景就像一张张绚烂的剪贴画，串连成一部即将谢幕的电影，播放着我们的快乐和忧伤，记录着我们的青春和过往，也见证着我们的友谊和爱情！
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!
来到这片校园之前，想象大学生活是白色的。因为象牙塔是白色的，整个生活就好像它折射的光：纯净而自由。
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.
大一的时候，觉得生活是橙色的。太多新生活扑面而来，新鲜而灿烂，热情而紧张。橙色的记忆里，有第一次见到知名教授的激动，第一次加入社团的好奇，第一次考试的紧张……
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...
大二的时候，生活是绿色的，青春拔节生长，旺盛得像正在生长的树，梦想也一点点接近现实。跟老师讨论问题时，看见他脸上满意的微笑；跟老外对话时，给自己打了个满意的分数；开始熟悉校园里任何一处美食，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...
大三的时候，生活变成蓝色。我们冷静了下来，明白自己离未来究竟有多远，并要为此做出选择：出国，考研，还是工作。所有与这个决定相关联的一切都可能会变化，包括我们的爱情，那还年轻没经历过风雨的爱情。
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，像有一层薄薄的灰色。在各种选择里彷徨，每一个人都忙忙碌碌，一切仿佛一首没写完的诗，匆匆开始就要匆匆告别。
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.
离别的日子将近，学校周围的饭馆总是挤得满满的。所有的朋友在那里举杯，为过去的日子和情感，为将来的分别和感伤。
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.
还记得入学第一天我们的自我介绍么？
Remember the first day of admission we introduce yourself?
还记得我们的新生杯篮球赛么？
Remember our freshman cup basketball game?
还记得我们一起买了电脑，没日没夜地反恐，星际么？
Remember we together to buy a computer, no day and night terror, starcraft?
还记得“小花”的梦话，“疯子”的鼾声么？
Remember "flower" talk in a dream, "mad" snoring?
还记得我们一起逛街，一起喝酒，一起聊天，一起唱歌么？
Remember when we go shopping together, go drinking, talking and sing together?
那些荒唐的，搞笑的，忧郁的，飞扬的，愤怒的，喜悦的，无比快乐的时光一去不返，而那种放肆的幸福我想以后也不会再有了。我会用心记住你们每个人的样子，记得那青春的容颜，因为那里有我生命中最美好的回忆和永恒的怀念。
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.
对着空无一人的宿舍说了一声：“拜拜，我走了”，我轻轻掩上门，在夜色降临以前，告别了我四年的大学生活，离开了这一片留下我青春与热血的土地。
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.
别了，我的大学！
Goodbye, my college!
依依不舍地关了灯。那一刹那，心里迅速划过一阵尖利的痛。想起四个字，青春散场。四年以前，我拎着简单的行李来到这里，而今天，我重新拎起新的行李，将要开始下一站的生活。
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.
像这四年里的每一天一样，我沿着再熟悉不过的路线走出公寓的大门，不过当我的脚步跨出门槛的一刹那，我将不再是这里的一员。
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.
这一次，我不是去买盒饭，去附近的网吧上网，去校外的小店闲逛，或者是睡眼惺忪地跑去上课。这一次，我会很郑重地对这个留下我四年青春的地方说一声--再见！
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!
再见了，我的宿舍!
Good-bye, my dorm!
再见了，我的兄弟!
Goodbye, my brother!
再见了，我的青春!
Goodbye, my youth!
再见了，我的大学！
Goodbye, my college!
青春散场，我们等待下一场开幕。等待我们在前面的旅途里，迎着阳光，勇敢地飞向心里的梦想；等待我们在前面的故事里，就着星光，回忆这生命中最美好的四年，盛开过的花……
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...
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