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Sitting on the bench of the corridor on the third floor of the college of Humanities and Social Sciences with cool atmosphere and viewing its romantic scene is really a relaxing recreation to both body and mind. In the afternoons of fall, when the maple leaves all turns translucent yellow, I enjoy basking myself in the smooth atmosphere around the corridor. The corridor is covered with stretchers which are woven with vines. I like to sit on the wooden brown bench placed under the maple trees, and admire the walls of the tall buildings that climbed with green, glittering scales-like creepers. The bell rings in a deep, strong sound and it echoes across the buildings. It reminds me of the medieval times; the old structures and the vintage scene make me imagine if I were the princess, the owner of this medieval castle! I also like to imagine myself as the characters in Jane Austen’s novels: I had a little pride and intelligence; meanwhile, I am behaved as a 19th elegant lady. Sometimes the wind roars through the corridor and sometimes it breathes as to tell me fall’s secrets. The leaves whisper when the wind blows and the birds twitter on the roof. Some of the birds stay on the ridge of the roof while the others glide and then suddenly soar into the sky. The scene enchants me. There is a white classical table and chairs carved with patterns of flower and curl. Behind the table, a mat of various plants stretches out on the corner of a platform which is an expansion of the corridor. Once for a while, I love to stand on the platform, and look down at the fascinating panorama of the campus: the lawns pulling down to the road behind the trees and bushes. The wind would blow and sweep all over me. What’s more, the fresh and chilly air can always clear up all the mess in my mind. Immersing in the atmosphere of the third floor corridor refreshes my spirit .
I can still remember it vividly that how the place closely related to me. Near the end of the first semester of the freshmen life, one of our professors invited us to put away the text book and take a rest in the corridor during his class. The whole class cheered because we could skip one of the toughest courses and have fun outside of the classroom. We were chatting and laughing while walking to the third floor corridor. However, as we arrived at the place where all leaves were gone and the cold wind whisked our faces, we lowered our voice because of the solemn atmosphere the place contained invisibly. I turned and looked at our teacher, but he just stood relaxed beside the rail and was staring at the panorama of the campus. Finally, no one was talking nor laughing as if we were all coming to a serious thinking. The wind shouted and rumbled as if there was some thing to tell and was never going to end. When I thought of another name of Hsin Chu city happen to be the wind city, our teacher spoke. He said “Look, this is your campus.” I think his words somehow blended into the wind. “Don’t limit yourself in the classroom.” I was surprised by his simple statements for I suddenly realized that one day we will leave the classroom but none of us can stop learning. Instead of studied hard of my professional field in the text book, I should consider whatever I perceived as a gift, a present and a lesson that I could learn from. The third floor corridor then became a place where I usually examine whether I confine my ideas into a limited space. It is also a place where I always rethink my inner passion of learning. I take the corridor on the third floor of the college of Humanities and Social Sciences as my secret garden, and everyone is invited to come!
