今天是毕业生离校的最后一天。在这两天里，其它三个姐妹已经陆续搬走了。如今的宿舍空荡凌乱，大家带不走或不愿带走的东西，都横七竖八地躺在地上。我打开灯，开始最后的整理。
大一潦草的笔记，大二组织活动剩下的稿件，大三没吃完的药，大四考研复习的资料。纸片上的电话已经不记得是谁的了，一堆英语书好像都没有看过……看着看着，我竟不知不觉落下泪来，只有我才能理解每一笔每一划里包含的意义。还是留下了很多东西没有拿走，可更多更重要的东西不也永远地留在了这里了吗?不论是我带走的还是留下的，都是我大学四年最真实的写照。
最后环视一下空荡的宿舍。那只小猪靠垫实在塞不进箱子了，只能留在那里。那口锅也没有带走，而未来想必也不会再煮出当时的好味道了。手里的东西都已经满了，这些就都当作留念，留在这里吧。
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。
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。
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!
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……
Today is the last day of the graduates from school. In these two days, the other three sisters have moved away. Now the dormitory empty messy, you can take or not take away the things that are spread all across in confusion on the ground. I turn on the lights and start finishing.
A scribbled note, manuscript second organization activities remaining, third did not finish the medicine, fourth Kaoyan information. The paper on the phone has not remember who, and a pile of English books seem to have not seen...... Look, I have imperceptibly tears, only I can understand the meaning of each stroke. Or leave a lot of things did not take away, but more and more important things will not always stay here, whether I take or leave, are my four years of the most authentic portrayal of the university.
The last look empty dormitory. The pig cushion is stuffed into boxes, can only stay there. The pot is not taken away, and the future will not be cooked in the future is a good taste. The hands are full of things, these are as a souvenir, stay here.
Reluctant to part to turn off the lights. That moment, my heart quickly across a sharp pain. Think of four words, crowds of youth. Four years ago, I came here with a simple luggage, and today, I pick up the new baggage, will start the next stop of life.
Like every day of the past four years, I walk out the door of the apartment on a familiar route, but when I step out of the threshold, I won't be here anymore.
This time, I am not going to buy lunch, go to a nearby Internet cafe, went outside the shop around, or sleepy to go to class. This time, I will be very solemn to this place where I left four years of youth to say goodbye!
Crowds of youth, we wait for the next opening. Waiting for us in the front of the journey, in the face of the sun, the courage to fly to the heart of the dream; waiting for us in front of the story, the stars, memories of this life the most beautiful four years, the flowers bloom......
