An Unforgettable Return to My High School Campus

An going-letter Summer Return to My Senior High School Campus After creation obsessed through turn out the whole school year, I was longing for whatsoever places provided for inner peace and tranquility, even though I had nothing to do but sit around both day looking at the bight and azure sky, not worrying I would get pestiferous when lying on the dungy ground. Finally I decided to get kick in to my senior high campus, in which it used to be the most long-familiar and enjoyable place Ive experienced.It was wiz Sunday by and bynoon I chose to go back to my hometown school, after riding my second-hand motorcycle for 15 legal proceeding I reached a gray aluminum structure that looked resembling a huge monster standing in move of me. Inside the campus, the crease was as fresh as I breathed from the remote mountains, and all I could hear was the beautiful filled with joy and happiness from the youngsters playacting around the campus. The sun shined through dense jet-pr opelled plane foliage of flash trees and filled the ground with little spotlights, which cast light on my eubstance and on every step I took when walking through the paving inside the campus.I kept walking on, as what I usually did in those three years of high school life, until the intimate gate of the campus appeared in my sight. It is a scarlet red gate, which led to the vibrant campus, the palace wide of the mark of memory for all graduated students. On the half way to my classroom, I stopped, looked up at the beige-tiled five-story building just behind the gate, and wondered if there was any difference between the one now in front of me and the one I used to see. Nothing changed it stood solemnly and calmly as usual.For me, the beige-tiled building as well as the whole campus was once an important cancel of my life, like an intimate old friend, yet for the building I suggested , it seemed that I was just another passerby. Between the building and the wall of the campus st ood a course of action of long coconut trees, whose large pale green leaves excitedly swung with the cut and said hello to me. I replied them with a smile, and then walked through the pressure group on the ground floor of the building and stopped in front of the sports field. Several courts were in the middle of the field for many kinds of ball games.The voiceless grey grounds must be used to peoples footsteps, sweat and roars, I guess. Looking at the basketball court, I could face the hot air of summer that mixed with countless times of postal code and enthusiasm. The white straight sidelines around the court and the basketball stands towering on two sides of the field seemed to be a monument, a symbol of fame that reminded me immediately of the memorable basketball games I once played with my classmates after school during the three years of my high school life.The racing interbreed that surrounded the courts was also a memorial, which retold the story about the champions hip of our put across race at the last year of high school life. The once boiling sports field now stayed silent and calm just as nothing was happened before. All I could feel was the summer wind that quietly kissed on my cheeks, which sampled as sweet as what I used to taste in this sports field. Around the sports field were blossoms of tall Flame trees, which created a beautiful and aesthetic atmosphere.I strolled along the track to take a glance at those adorable flowers, and sometimes gazed upon the clear blue sky, wondering how long I hadnt watch the sky from this place since the last time I visited. Subconsciously, I found myself standing in front of another tall building, which was ten-story high and whose skin was burgundy red. The dark green railings, where we used to bend everywhere to either rest or chat with friends, still lay in every floor. These railings were met with so many students who strived for better grade and brighter future.I could still bring forward l ying on them with my hands holding heavy textbooks or testing papers and asking them what my college life would be like. Until then I was like a retired man recalling memories to them. Usually, these railings remained silence they showed their concern only by use their bodies to help me carry the exercising weight of the textbooks and exam papers on my hands, the weight of an adolescents dream and future. Now, I could see that there was no weight on these railings shoulders anymore, only rusty spots and dusty mark are shown through the years.Smiling at them, I was glad to match these tactful listeners again, though I doubted if they still recognized me, a passionate dream- catcher who once shared with them his dream and now shared with them his satisfaction of realizing the dream. flitting by the burgundy building, the sports field, the hallway of the beige-tiled building, and finally reaching back to the scarlet red gate, I felt the sweet summer wind again blowing oer my fa ce, yet this time with a little nostalgic taste.The coconut trees waved their green hands of leaves and said goodbye to me. It seemed that nothing was unfamiliar to me, yet nothing was left there for me to seek. Looking around the campus, I wondered when I would meet these old friends again. Knowing there was no turning-back, I finally stepped out of the campus, and turned my head to take a last look. To my gratification, the beige-tiled building, the coconut trees and the dainty blue sky formed an amazingly beautiful demonstrate, a picture of my wonderful high school life.