Sitting in the classroom of grade three, the scenery outside the window has quietly changed, and our identity has become a junior high school student who wants to take the senior high school entrance examination. Therefore, a synonym for senior three: senior high school entrance examination, has become clear with the number on the blackboard decreasing gradually. This is the first turning point in our life ... so it is becoming more and more important, and the class is indeed shrouded in the shadow of the exam. Striving for the upper reaches has become a part of our lives imperceptibly, and even the blood flowing in our veins is competition, effort and struggle. Because from now on, we are responsible for our future life. "Responsibility" and "commitment", these heavy words come with the senior high school entrance examination, which adds to the horror of this exam.
I asked myself, "Will I be afraid?" The answer is unexpectedly yes. I'm scared. I'm really scared. I'm really upset. After this exam, we will be separated, and we will never meet again in this life.
This kind of fear accumulates in my heart bit by bit with time, which stems from the sense of helplessness in front of time. It's hard to describe the trace of time flow when watching the sand flowing down from the hourglass. And we are like sand, we can only be at the mercy of time, we can't sink in, and even the struggle seems to leave no trace. When I dream back at midnight, I often run unscrupulously on the playground when I go back to primary school, but in an instant, time flies. I sit quietly in the classroom, but I am no longer surrounded by your familiar faces. Fear binds the whole body, strangles the throat, and can't breathe the heartache.
Looking at the clock ticking on the wall and listening to your laughter, maybe it is farther away from me. Suddenly I want to be so happy forever, but time is inevitable, and I can only lament whether it can't be separated.
In the next rainy season, we seem to have reached the end hand in hand, enjoyed the beautiful scenery along the way together, and shed the sweat of youth without regrets. Our laughter spread all the way, and all the memories were treasured in our hearts. It is time to say goodbye. Maybe we are all the same, young and hesitant, just a passer-by in each other's lives, but in our youth, we still left a strong impression. Long live youth, we have no regrets.
The sky is clearing up gradually, and the sun casts its shadow on the white paper through the window, which seems to inject a kind of courage into me. When I really enter high school, although I am no longer familiar with you, I will have memories with you, unlimited strength and courage to overcome all difficulties, which is an inexhaustible asset in my life. I will grow up and face the new challenges brought by life with a smile. Forget the sorrow is helpless and won't be upset. My heart is full of longing for tomorrow and the future. I am very grateful to you. You are the perfect gift in my youth. My youth is complete and wonderful because of your performance with me.
I understand that no road can go on, there will always be an end, and the end is the beginning of another road.
I understand all this, but even if it is true, I still hope that time can be reversed-we can't be apart.
It's really hard to say goodbye with a smile. Can we not be apart?