Alma mater is good at everything. In five years, I have eaten every window of the dining hall in the morning, midnight and evening. I am tired of eating. But when people ask, they will say that they eat in Tongji. The cold noodles of chicken silk in the rain at night in Bashan, the rare eel meal, the cat in the fifth street and the door of dormitory, sitting on the lawn everywhere, and the students and tourists who are paralyzed in the lawn to bask in the sun are the most envious when their homework is busy. Travel, shopping for a day, from the noisy city back to the quiet campus, the temperature is low, the heart is quiet, everything here is good to miss.