There are no tears at the end of the song, just wishing that one day when we meet again on campus, we will kiss all the familiar plants and trees.
Goodbye, my dear math class representative!
There was a song sung softly. In the young years, perhaps time has taken away all the seasons that we once had. ...
Every spring and autumn together, every competition, graduation, how much I want to keep those warm days, but how much I am eager to integrate into the torrent of life as soon as possible. The life of old classmates is a string of sweet Sugar-Coated Berry; That charming sweetness and sourness will never be forgotten.
Take off a string of dreams, play at school, and recall how colorful it is; And the pursuit of growth has actually been skipped. The noise of the world seems to become silent, which makes me pick up my memory again.
Every discussion and quarrel will become a precious page in my memory.
My friend, your quiet voice wanders in my heart, like the whisper of the sea, lingering among the listening pines. Like dew on a beautiful flower?
When you are lonely, the wind is my song. May it give you a moment's comfort. When you are proud, raindrops are my alarm. May it give you eternal humility.
I hate you the most, because you are the "enemy" in my study contest; I love you the most, because you are a friend who learned from me when I was growing up. Today's farewell, like Guan Zhong's loss of Bao Shu Ya, is endless. Where can I find my favorite "best friend"
Beautiful dreams, like beautiful poems, are both realizable and unattainable. I really like that dream, knowing that you have traveled thousands of miles for me, but I feel that the grass is delicious, as if you and I just met for the first time!
Haha, six-year-old deskmate, you must have something Mendeleev didn't find! Otherwise, how could language disappear when I needed it most?
If we have to part, we should say "goodbye" and we should keep a gratitude in our hearts. Thank you for giving me an unforgettable sweet memory.
Maybe that goodbye means never seeing again, maybe never seeing again, which is the best ending, at least I still have the first memory in my heart. Later, there were always some accidental opportunities to meet former classmates, some were affectionate, some were indifferent, some were surprised, and some were calm. But we all have to admit that this scene may be the last time, and no one can predict the future.
So I still cherish it, perhaps not to meet my old classmates in my place, but to cherish my past life. Some parties have also gone bad. The exchange meeting of becoming a housewife makes those of us who are still ignorant at school seem out of place. Some have become clubs to show off their wealth, which are nothing more than exchanging money-related topics. Developed people are always the focus of the topic or active spokespersons. Silent people are mostly people who pretend to be low-key because they have no money. It encouraged the grandiose arrogance and hit the morale of the cynics. The topic of girls is nothing more than who marries well, who earns more, or how to maintain beauty in order to marry well. Such a party is really boring.
Traces of trance time, eyes and mouth, inadvertently revealed, people can not help but sigh. When I was at school, I didn't feel heavy about leaving. I said goodbye easily and waved easily. We leave without care and look at our dreams.
Maybe it's because of my growth, I have to think before I start writing, I will pay attention to the consequences of this sentence, I will subjectively judge whether this sentence is right or not, whether it makes sense, and how others will react ... but I know that it was definitely not like this when I first liked writing. Almost without thinking, those wild ideas jumped from my mind to paper. That feeling is very good.
So, I think maybe I can't write as ethereal as before. Pure words are as beautiful and elegant as butterflies. One sleepless night, I had an epiphany and recalled some fragments of the past. I know that my high school days are far more free and easy than now, despite the pressure of the college entrance examination. On a rainy May evening, I sat alone in the flower bed under a tree and looked at the gardenias in the rain. At that time, my favorite pure white and fragrant gardenia symbolized the most beautiful thing I could imagine, swaying in the rain. Gardenia in the rain and the rain flower in May set each other off, and the beautiful and slightly sad feeling really intoxicated me. Then, I seem to have written a short article called "Gardenia Rain", imagining me at the age of 16, dancing lightly among gardenias in the rain in May. Looking back now, it is really a beautiful artistic conception. ...
Dear friends, please shake hands. From now on, we will go from one place to another.
Don't be disappointed in Liu Yin. Students and teenagers have been in love for many years, hoping to have thousands of thoughts on the journey. May friendship become a force for progress!
My friends, we are going to part for a while; I won't say "treasure treasure" anymore. On this lingering night, try to cast a few small morning stars; Although there is not much light, it can also make people who leave early happy.
Can you give me a handkerchief? Let my heart raise a sail.
It's time to start, let's go! There is no need to regret or say goodbye, even if the song fades away, our hearts will beat forever.
If I can, I would like to rub everything in my heart into today's difference. But I can't! Then, let's break up silently! You know, this is the silence of the volcano, which is better than all other words!
Meeting and leaving the sea is not only the end of past happiness, but also the beginning of future happiness.
Facing the feast laid by the years, we smiled at each other and politely advised wine, as if all the unspoken love and reluctance were behind the words. Because we all know that there is no more mellow wine than this bottle of wine in our hands.