Unless you see it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that such a magnificent university could be built in a small border town with a bigger palm. It can be seen from the complex building set against the two eight-meter-high white marble door pillars and the library standing among the cherry blossoms. Every year, fresh "blood" flows into this campus, carrying hopes for dreams or longing for love; every year, batches of students leave this campus with expectations for the future, or with the mood of "I refused to marry the spring breeze, but was misled by the autumn breeze for no reason", leaving behind a memory of youth.