In sunny April, I walked on the boulevard of the school and looked at the campus where I had studied and lived for four years. My heart was filled with emotion. The little things that classmates get along with, the interesting things that are taught in class. I know, these have been written into my life. Students have gone one after another, and the active figure on campus is always young. There was once a me.

Enthusiasm on the basketball court

On the basketball court, the students are sweating enthusiastically. When our class competed with other classes, I also stood on the sidelines and shouted for refueling.

There was silence in the library

In front of the library, students came in and out. I once picked up a book there and lost track of time.

The classroom in the teaching building

In the classroom of the teaching building, everyone is in class. I used to secretly play with my mobile phone when the teacher was in class.

The cost of growth

Four years has changed our appearance and changed our once young hearts. The price of growth is to lose a pure smile and gain a sad parting.

Sing all the way

No matter how much we give up, we can't call back the past four years. But we don't need to lose, we can still sing all the way, so that the sun in June will always witness our regretless youth. ...