No, campus.

Again, this is the last time you look back. The campus was quiet in the early morning, and the old Yang tree stood there in a row. They are very calm, because every year they send away a batch and then usher in a batch, they are numb. But I am different. This is the only time. Think back to the past: Library, classroom, canteen, playground, basketball court .... You are far away from each other.
Looking back, the school is in front of me. I know that when my feet cross and face me in another world, I want to play another role. No, my campus, no, my classmates. Our future is not a dream. Let's start from the first step: go down to the ground!