A Section of Commemoration on University Life-Impression on Oil Painting

    I have been out of my university for nearly two years. Now I stay in another city which is too far away from my old school. Every day I lived a stereotyped life with working for eight hours; so dull, so tired, and so uninteresting that I hardly smile as when I was in university times. What always on my mind is a series of oil painting on the wall along the stairs in the official building of our faculty. None of the oil paintings is authentic famous works, it is only reproduction. However, each of the paintings has poetry on it, which is written by our teachers.
    Not famous paintings with not well-known poetry can reluctantly to be considered as artwork. Because of lacking of money, the canvas seems even in poor quality. Whenever we walked along the stairs, almost each of us would slow our paces and paid attention to oil paintings on the wall. Year after year, when the last semester was likely to say goodbye, we realized that we were going to say goodbye to our old dear faculty building. Afterwards, group by group fellows took group photo in front of the building. The day when we got graduation certification, nearly all of us could help crying.
    We left at last. But the oil painting and the old building make up eternal commemorations in soul for life long.