Clouds are rolling, flowers are blooming and falling, and in a blink of an eye, six years have passed quietly. In these six years, we have grown from a fragile small tree to a towering tree. Now, after graduation, we will all go our separate ways and start a new study life. Do you still remember the days when we walked together in those years?

Remember the spring we walked together in those years? Spring has come, and the campus is thriving. The grass sneaked out of the ground, tender and green, and those flowers were in full bloom, colorful and fragrant, attracting many butterflies and bees to visit! After class, we can't help but run to the lawn and enjoy dancing with flowers and butterflies! Or hide-and-seek, or throw handkerchiefs, or jump the grid, and have fun. As soon as the bell rang, they all ran back to the classroom sweating.

Do you still remember the summers we spent together in those years? Summer has come, bringing hot sunshine and vibrant green. The campus is full of big branches and leaves, which provide us with a shade and bring us a little coolness. At this time, whenever we have time, we all come to sit on the lawn under the big tree, take books, study and discuss happily together, and enjoy this leisurely and comfortable time. Sometimes, we are still lying under the big tree, wearing headphones, listening to songs, letting the wind blow wildly from our faces and blowing our hair. Those days, how wonderful!

Remember the autumn we walked together in those years? Autumn has come, crops are abundant, fruits are fragrant, and maple trees have dyed Miki Sayaka golden yellow, which is beautiful. We always like to bring all kinds of delicious fruits to school and share the delicious food under the maple tree. You are a banana, I am a mango, and she is a grape. Everyone generously took out their own things to share with their classmates.

Do you still remember the winters we spent together in those years? Winter came, the grass withered, the flowers withered and the animals hibernated. We all put on big cotton-padded jackets and wrapped them like zongzi. We didn't flinch in the face of the biting cold wind. After class, we still ran to the huge playground with undiminished interest to play and chase happily. Although it is heavy, we are still very happy.

In those years, the days we walked together, the ups and downs we spent together, the joys and sorrows, were all so beautiful. In the face of differences, those beautiful golden memories will always be buried in the depths of our memories, unforgettable and indelible. We will start a new study life. Believe that there will be more in the future? Beautiful!

Chapter two: the days we walked together in those years.

If people don't have the perseverance to stick it out, they won't be a bright star in the intense military training. The days of military training are the days we walked together in those years, the days of sweating and tears together, and we still remember those days of military training.

At the beginning of military training, all students were full of spirit and curiosity about military training. But the next day, the third day and the fourth day, the problem came. Some students began to complain, complaining constantly. Some students give advice to instructors, and some even want to avoid training. All these show that our usual life is too smooth, and we are almost stretched out with clothes and food, lacking the ability that our peers should have. This is exactly where we must improve our own quality.

Soldiers may really be so meticulous. Holding me in military training, it took me six days to realize my strict time concept and perseverance. Even the simplest action, on the training ground, we have repeated countless times, with our own hearts to truly understand the heroic strength of soldiers. The stillness of the military posture and the neat and powerful pace make us truly appreciate the meticulousness of the soldiers.

The first class-military training, just today, ended successfully. Looking back on these days, I feel a lot. "Sword front comes from sharpening, plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold" is the experience of military training. It is the result of military training that "there is a strong wind in the southeast and northwest". The feeling of military training needs to be understood with heart. It teaches us to care about others, deepens our understanding of the responsibility of defending the motherland, and tells us the attitude we should adopt in the face of difficulties. We at least I am no longer a delicate child or a crying little girl. I know that in the face of the peak, we must build our own stairs; When we meet a cliff, we must connect the ropes ourselves. Our destiny is in our own hands, depending on whether we can grasp it!

The days we walked together in those years, the days when we cried and laughed loudly together in those years!

Article 3: The days we walked together in those years.

In those years, the years we walked together found the lost bits and pieces, leaving us with inexplicable sadness and a little sadness. Memory is a pain that can be breathed, because of it, we are painful and happy! Whenever the night is still, I will think of you deeply. That uncut youth has our pure love; The memory tape that touches the fragile nerves does not forget the past.

Cut for a while and flow slowly. Not old people, but also like memories. Although there is no eventful past, there is no lack of worthwhile precipitation. At that time, we were so naive, without too many troubles and too many entanglements between men and women. Listening to the song "Childhood", my heart is sweet. As written in "Wish", will we still sing our wishes then?

Where is my deskmate wandering now, and where is my ordinary future? Looking forward to your face, but afraid that the passage of time will dilute the sealed memory. Roses are beautiful, but they can't escape the sad autumn. Friendship is firm, but afraid of confused eyes. So where are we going? Let time arrange everything!

Everyone longs for happiness, because happiness is always ahead, so the heart is always on the road. Don't say miss, don't forget, miss too much, and drown out all the echoes. The traces of years are in everyone's heart, conveying endless thoughts and feelings with endless vicissitudes. After thousands of years, time is infinite, and I will engrave you in my heart!

Chapter four: the days we walked together in those years.

Silent rain drops on the windowsill, like falling tears, have no interest. The wind poured into my collar involuntarily, and I could not help shivering. The days we spent together in those years can't help but come back to my mind ... Are you okay? Do you often think of the days we walked together in those years like me?

There was a strong wind blowing in the park.

The rustling wind rustled the leaves and a yellow leaf fell into the soil. I walked softly and crushed the leaves.

Winter is coming again, which is an unforgettable winter for me.

What I was looking forward to most was the Chinese New Year, because everyone got together, warm and happy, with the celebration of the New Year and the blessing of good friends. Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, I began to feel more and more sad. I have been with her since our life 13 years. Actually, I can't remember how long we've been friends. It's just that we've known each other since childhood. I always think I am more mature than her, but she seems to be much better than me. She doesn't care about anything else. She really cares about me as a friend. At least our friendship is witnessed. She loves to laugh and has a cheerful personality. She seldom tells me that she is sad, but I am a person who loves to reveal her heart. I don't want to hide my sadness. I often tell her that I am unhappy, because of her.

This is the luck of my life. Really, when I am sad, even if she is only with me, she listens to me quietly. I'm relieved not to leave quietly, really.

Chapter five: The days we walked together in those years.

That ray of sunshine warmed my happy memories.

The wind of missing, through the early autumn morning, came to the old pagoda tree where we met alone, and the floral fragrance left on our cheeks was still so memorable. I record the time between you and me, rewind, and go back to those years we walked together, those warm memories from my life.

It was a golden September and I saw myself in your clear amber eyes. Since then, a bond called friendship has tied us together and overlapped with my life.

We will always sit under this old locust tree, listen to the same favorite song with the same pair of headphones, and walk on the road, we will find that the steps of the two people are exactly the same. I leave my left foot, you leave your left foot. I don't know when it is. I don't have to knock at the door when I enter the room, and my legs are stretched out on the bed. You can search my snacks at will, regardless of my crazy side, eat happily and pout and call me a cheapskate. Yesterday, which used to laugh, is like a bubble, getting farther and farther away from me.

"I'm leaving." "So ... goodbye." I heard tear drops's voice. Behind me, in front of you, even the air froze. Your footsteps were light, as if the whole world would collapse with a little effort.

You left. You really are. You went to another city. Look at the sky at a 45-degree angle. I wonder if the sky in your city is so blue, just like a pupil who can't see through at a glance.

In the new environment, you will have new friends, new habits and hobbies. I am where I am. I wish you happiness.

We are deep in our hearts, the colorful world is crawling, we are hiding in the space of residual snow, our hearts are full of sadness, and we write in the most brilliant language in this world: My friendship will last forever.

Those days we walked together, those warm memories of the past, were locked in mahogany boxes.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I miss you very much.

Chapter six: the days I spent with you in those years

If "mom" is our first call into life, then "teacher" is our first step to grow up. He took me from ignorance to maturity, from ignorance to erudition; It was him who showed me how high the sky is, how deep the earth is, and how big the dream can be!

As the old saying goes, "Raise your head and you will become stronger." The profession of teachers has been admirable and noble since ancient times, and my teacher Yang is the best among teachers. He has a stern side and a sincere and responsible side.

Strictness-shaping healthy qi and perfecting personality. Since we first met in seventh grade, you have brought me into a world full of principles. From the moment I looked at you, I realized that I should always be with Yi. From your eyes, I understand that "without rules, it is difficult to make a square", and your words and deeds are warning me to correct myself. Teacher Yang, a self-disciplined people's teacher, is a good teacher that every student sincerely admires. I remember once you talked to me, and I was very upset, probably because my English was not good. You look at me seriously, I dare not look up. I thought I would be criticized by you, but instead of scolding me, you gave me great encouragement and confidence. You told me to stick to myself and not give up easily. I'm really ashamed that I failed to live up to your expectations. Thank you for your encouragement, Miss Yang. It is you who turn strictness into silent care, and you who make the world of principles colorful. I am lucky to be your student. You have interpreted another kind of love with severity, shaped my righteousness and perfected my personality.

Sincerity-enlightens wisdom and life. Just like your name is beautiful, you decorate the monotonous blackboard with flowers of the mind, and you give life to numbers with flowers of the mind. You know, Miss Yang, we are really glad to attend your class. We like to listen to your methodical explanation of math problems and see the back of your writing in front of the blackboard. You educate every one of us with your heart and make us interested in mathematics. In class, you are not only a teacher, sometimes you are more like a student. You always listen carefully to every student's speech. Once, you had a disagreement with us. You stubbornly "argue" with us, and your face is full of innocence. When you suddenly realized your mistake, you smiled at us in your seat and replied, "It seems that I am really old." Maybe time can take away your youth, but it can't take away your wisdom and your sincerity to students, and your personality charm will shine forever!

Responsible-set the navigation mark and guide the direction. The tall and straight body shoulders the dreams of many students to explore literature, and the deep eyes are full of expectations for every student. The podium is the battlefield where you sweat, and you have written a new chapter with chalk. Thank you, Mr. Zang, for always tolerating our waywardness, always giving silently and never giving up on any of us. Your humor makes the boring classroom full of vitality. Originally a symbol of strict pointer, it has become a prop for your interaction with students. Perhaps this is your teaching style, and you can accept knowledge in a relaxed atmosphere. We have long been immune to your endless nagging. Although we are sometimes impatient, you still emphasize it over and over again. Mr. Zang, this is you, a good teacher who tries his best to be responsible for his students.

Teachers, what excellent soul engineers, have inserted ideal wings for one soul after another; Teachers, what a great personality designer, have shaped one personality after another. Maybe, we can't be together forever, but your influence will be an inexhaustible motive force for my progress!

Let's fight! Write the triumph of the century with our youth, and * * * contribute to the thriving education and write a true story!

Chapter 7: The days we walked together in those years.

Ten years ago, I didn't know you. You didn't belong to me. We were still the same, with a stranger.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the earth, new life begins again. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have become a quasi-fourth-grade student. I don't know whether I am happy or worried. In the past year, all my efforts and sweat were poured for the fruits of this last year. Over the years, we have countless memories. Here, I have friends who have been crazy, quarreled, cried and laughed with me. Quietly open the heart curtain of missing and look back on the days we walked together in those years.

In those years, the songs we sang together have been forgotten;

In those years, we stood together in the corridor where we were punished, and it became so deserted.

In those years, the homework we copied together, I don't know when it was thrown aside;

In those years, the days when we were late together are still clearly remembered;

In those years, we folded paper planes together, and now we are flying in the memories;

In those years, the time we spent together is now dragged into the night by the sunset.

There will always be a few boys and girls who get together quietly and sigh how time flies, asking each other about the schools to apply for in the future;

There are always a few people who will be given several cute nicknames;

There are countless times, we spent together, doing homework, playing computer, watching TV and dozing off in math class.

Some stories, we listen together;

In some places, we are nostalgic together;

Some days, we recall together;

Some difficulties, we will overcome together;

Just like once, we made some exams, some games and some songs, and we sang together.

In the unforgettable youth, our footprints extend the story of growth, leaving me only memories. Every year, every year, every day, every day, we meet here and leave here.

I don't know when I heard that familiar song again: Ten years later, we are friends, and we can still greet each other, but it's too gentle to find a reason to hug now.

Chapter 8: The days we walked together in those years.

Walking on my fingers is slightly sad, but I can't grasp the direction of my destiny while holding the steering wheel. 18 years old, my adult ceremony.

My name is Qin. I have a good friend named Mu with Tea Song, and Tea Song has a good friend named Song. Because of this slow friendship, I have a far-fetched relationship with Xu Ci. Trivia depends on me, but I don't like her very much.

I am older than Xu Ci, Xu Ci is more beautiful than me, and her grades are much better than me. I don't know if I am jealous of her or if there are other reasons. Whenever I hear my parents say, "Look at her family, not only her family is good, her grades are better than yours, but she is also beautiful." Fortunately, you have such good friends and don't know how to learn from others. Hey, when can we have such a daughter? "I will definitely go away. Only my mother is nagging at the back.

I really don't care about receiving twice as many love letters as I do, but since I fell in love with Georg. I hate her more and more. Because, when I first gave him a tender love letter, he coldly pushed me away and said, "I don't like you, I like tidbits." I remember that was the first time I was angry with her.

By the river. Xu Ci wants to explain something to me. I pushed her away and said, "Xu Ci, I hate you. Not only did you steal the tea song, but you also hooked up with Joe. Well, I will never forgive you. "

Maybe, I really don't know if I came to Jorge to find my idea. When George asked me to meet him, I fell in love with him. I found that I didn't really like him.

I still remember when we had a physical examination in the hospital, we all took blood. I didn't know that Xu Ci secretly took my blood type as DNA, and I didn't know that Xu Ci was my own sister.

When we were preparing for the senior high school entrance examination. Xu Ci was admitted to the key points, and Tea Song and I were only admitted to ordinary high schools. We have no contact anymore.

The college entrance examination went to an art school. 18 birthday. Tea song told me that Xu Ci was dead. I just thought it would disturb my birthday party, so I said coldly, "What's it to me?" Tea song snorted, "maybe you don't know, Xu Ci is your sister. She took your blood type as DNA in junior high school, you heartless thing. " She hung up the phone. I drove all the guests away. I lowered my eyes and tears fell on my cake.

Changfeng took my feelings and kneaded them into a spray-like vocabulary, writing down the days we walked together in those years.