We are about to graduate. Pupils who have lived for six years have passed, and we are about to leave our dear alma mater. Only then did we find out? Graduation? It is not a light noun, but a heavy homesickness. For the students who are inseparable, for the teachers who are obedient, and for the campus that is accompanied by day and night. We have too much attachment and gratitude.
Thanks to my classmates, we lived together for six years. There are too many precious memories between us, small conflicts between us, small incidents between us, class activities we planned together, and we talked about those distant ideals together. These ordinary and simple things, like water, will become my unforgettable memories for six years! At the sports meeting, we shouted together and praised Qi Xin's efforts in the competition. We solemnly swore under the team! Six years of friendship is profound, and it is hard to say that it is inseparable. Students, I will remember your smiling faces. Let me wish you a bright future!
Teacher's kindness is like a mountain, teacher, you have given us the color of life, and we will always remember it! Please allow us to say: Teacher, you have worked hard!
Never forget, dear teacher. Are you like that? Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently? The spring rain moistens our seedlings. You made me understand: how sunlight illuminates life, how gardeners take care of flowers, and how spring breeze dyes the world green. In my eyes, teacher, you are gentle and dignified, ordinary and great. It is the spring rain in my heart, and you are the sunshine in my heart. Thank you forever.
I will cherish every minute and second left, and will not let these six years become a regret. In my alma mater, leave a good memory; Give, leave a good impression; Give your classmates a good memory!
We are about to graduate. Time can change a lot, except for more and more nostalgia. Is it joy or melancholy to graduate soon?
? We are about to graduate? . Unexpectedly, this moment, this sentence, will be repeated in my mind.
Time has witnessed my growth, but my young mind is still ignorant. Time will pass unconsciously in the fourth year of college, and I stare at my lost shadow on the ground, which is extremely cold.
Such a scene makes me smile unconsciously, but I just don't know whether this smile is happy or bitter, and I don't even understand it myself. The unknown bitterness caught me off guard.
As night falls and the lights are on, I walk aimlessly in the street, and my trance-like expression is a little strange to me. Inadvertently, I showed a shallow smile, and then I showed a shallow helplessness, as well as a shallow sadness that the faint yellow light in the night could not conceal. Perhaps, you will be like me, suddenly inexplicably happy, inexplicably sad and inexplicably at a loss.
The sky is unfathomable, just like our complex and changeable mood, sometimes laughing, sometimes silent.
Time will change many people and things, except for deeper and deeper nostalgia.
Once, we explored strange campuses together, sang military songs in the scorching sun, grabbed meals in the canteen together, couldn't sleep in the dormitory late at night, talked about gossip together, talked about everything together, talked about dreams together, talked about boys and girls in our hometown together, prepared homework together, joined clubs together, occupied seats in the library together, confessed together, went out with friends together, sang karaoke together, ate together, went crazy together, and cheered for classmates and friends together. Take the CET-4 and all kinds of computer exams together, and take part in the debate together. Everything seems to have emerged yesterday, and it seems to have left us in an instant and become strange like a dream.
All the sad and happy days are the beautiful days we missed. Time has changed our face, changed our dreams and changed our view of the world, but our nostalgia for the past years has not changed. Today, I still miss it more. Miss the past dribs and drabs, sad and cheerful, all emerge in front of us. Those pictures that bored me, those moments that made me sick, suddenly became extraordinarily beautiful and became the favorite pale yellow flowers in my heart; The scenes I like, the people and things I appreciate are getting more and more beautiful, and I am intoxicated more than ever.
The rain outside the window broke my memory and threw me to the ground coldly. Those missed memories suddenly disappeared from my eyes, and all the warmth turned into a drop of rain and fell clumsily on the ground, and my body broke instantly.
When I wake up from the depression, I am faced with graduation thesis prepared every day, recruitment interview to be handled every day, resume to be compiled every day, various exams to be prepared every day, and worrying about my future work every day, which makes me feel uneasy all the time. ? We are about to graduate? I say it in my heart every day, and suddenly I don't know what to do.
Time has changed a lot, except for more and more nostalgia. Once we played a prank on our youth, and we were so happy as a child who didn't grow up that we cried. However, in the near future, we will graduate, and we have grown up. There is no doubt that we have really grown up and can no longer pretend to be children.
Every time I think of going to the society and facing tomorrow, I will feel inexplicably shallow pain, but the pain is real. Graduation gave me joy, but half of it was bitterness and loss, together with inexplicable shallow pain.
After graduation, I feel lost, more because I am about to leave the campus, and I am afraid to set foot on the society. Growth requires courage. ? We are about to graduate? The voice from the bottom of my heart makes me awake and sink. Ambiguous air can make the sound floating from the bottom of my heart instantly freeze into ice, freezing my inner fragility. Suddenly I feel that my life is no longer complete. It turned out that all this was because I was unprepared. It turns out that all this is because I lack the courage and fear to grow up.
I still miss the sound of the cello on the grassland. It fell from the sky like nothing, but I didn't really hear it. I want to shoulder a responsibility, I want to summon up courage to restrain my inner cowardice, I want to face tomorrow bravely, where does everything come from? We are about to graduate? . The sound of the cello is just a distant thing.
There is no doubt that we will graduate soon. We are always moody, perhaps because we pay too much, and it is inevitable that we will suffer. Sometimes, we always like to look at the future with an innocent face, make mistakes, and have a calm expression, and finally walk away irresponsibly, perhaps because we are too afraid of the future.
I miss the time when we get together every night. Even after the carnival, what awaits me is endless emptiness, loneliness and unspeakable bitterness. Those times were unexpectedly stubborn and only knew silly smiles.
Walking on the street where I am about to graduate in the middle of winter, I spread my palm, and there is nothing in it except the chill. I like this touching state of Leng Yan, but it is so empty that it always makes people laugh and cry. Finally, I lost myself.
The night wind growled in a low voice, cars roared past, and the faint expression on the glass window flashed without any ups and downs. I'm a little suspicious that the face that flashed outside the window turned out to be mine. Unexplained loss, inexplicable thinking of nothing, all the uneasiness is no longer entangled. I remember the brilliant and rotten laughter, just under the sun. At that time, I was a simple child and never thought about what I would become one day.
It is true that we will graduate soon. I don't know whether my classmates and friends will still miss the bright classroom, whether they will still think about sitting on the desks and chairs they used to sit on, whether they will still miss the time together, and whether they will take time to come back and see this campus where we used to have a good time together. I don't know where they are going, but I know we are going to graduate, and we are all reluctant to part.
Now I see my schoolmates on campus, just like myself at the beginning; Those shy couples on campus are having what we originally called hazy love; Seeing sweaty teammates and passionate cheerleaders on the basketball court seems to be us at the beginning. Unfortunately, these have become the old days that we have gone far away, and they will never return.
The past, like the wind, slowly turned into a dream, suddenly appeared and suddenly disappeared. This kind of smoke is enough to make people lose their minds. I suddenly felt ashamed and felt inexplicable pain in my heart. When the pain in my heart passed, I thought of the comfort in the long lonely days: it turned out that we were no longer simple boys and girls. Because, we are about to graduate, but I still miss those silly courage.
We are about to graduate. Light rain soaked the campus and blurred it. Just like my current mood, I have a feeling of sadness that things have changed. It seems very calm, but suddenly I feel a little uneasy.
Thin rain and fog, misty eyes, feeling like sadness and joy, suddenly feel like a strange tourist wandering around the campus.
Thinking that youth has no horizon and that we are about to graduate, I just stood there, at a loss.
We are about to graduate. I still remember when I was a child, we played under the banyan tree of our alma mater. At that time, we were carefree. We laugh, talk and study together.
There is our sweat on the school playground, and the cheers still seem to echo. There are footprints of our growth in the classroom, and there are awards for our joint efforts on the wall. In this classroom, books used to be loud. It's only quiet now, and occasionally a few birds are singing outside the window.
On graduation day, we sat in our seats with report cards and listened to the teacher. The teacher cried and we gathered around to comfort him, but everyone began to cry, too. On that day, the confrontation between men and women was like an illusory dream. We reminisce about the past together. We used to laugh, but now we are crying. Because this campus has our laughter and tears, and it has the mark of our growth. The students exchanged contact information and left graduation messages for each other. The teacher smiled at us.
In the hot noon, we put on the red scarf for the last time. I was the flag bearer of my alma mater for the last time. We sang the national anthem together for the last time, watching the bright red national flag slowly rising and flying in the air. It was a long time before we reluctantly put down our hands held high. The headmaster announced on the platform that we were graduates. We slowly took off the red scarf, wrote our names on it and gave it to the teacher.
After the graduation ceremony, we put on our schoolbags and walked out of the school gate. Outside the school gate, we stopped, looked back at our dear alma mater, and then looked at each other. Everyone tacitly said: I am a student of Class 6 (5) in XX Primary School. Goodbye, teacher! ? Then everyone waved goodbye, went their separate ways and embarked on their own dreams.
I was puzzled that the teacher didn't come to see us off that day. Until I met my teacher again, she told me that she was upstairs watching us leave that day. She doesn't want to give up this group, and she doesn't want to worry everyone. I told her that we never forgot, because this group can't lack anyone.
After graduation, today I sat at the window and opened my diary. The first page is still a photo. I fell into the whirlpool of memories until I found everyone's red and swollen eyes in the photo.