Article one: graduation from junior high school
This season we are about to go, leaving the wound is pressure in the heart, want to leave can not leave, we ask for nothing. The nine grade teachers and teachers hand in hand, the frozen tears begin to flow, then say no more, the song can not be sung to the end. Since time is not willing to stay, why not in the time to leave, side enjoy, while tears flow...
Before graduation, we are together, study hard, and play jokes, we will never want to separate, but the entrance examination is coming. After graduation, we are friends, can also send greetings, just empty. It's hard to find such a good friend. Finally, friends can't avoid hugging. Until this song comes to the end, we have friends for many years. If we think about it after many years, will we still cry?
We are about to separate in the grade nine, and whether we will meet again after graduation, this season, the separation, the separation of our hearts will be weeping. We have too many memories of the school. We can understand each other when we leave. Senior high school entrance examination ended, Gebendongxi, indelible is we miss each other, I know that soon we separated, leaving laughter at his alma mater. In the corridor, there is joy and rain. We are crying. I remember the memory three years ago. Once we met this class, we were born at this moment.
We have isolated, whispered goodbye, keep a grateful heart, thank you gave me a deep affection, with three years of students, many familiar faces, this life, may be the last time we met, thank all the three years of junior high school students. I will remember, remember forever, in one year, we meet again to smile, the junior middle school three years, you bring me much happiness, has not happy, let us all behind.
Goodbye, classmates, do you remember every time after separation? There were a group of interesting junior high school classmates. Would you remember someone's nickname after we separated? Can you recall our memories after separation? Junior middle school three years passed fast, started school like it was yesterday, a young teacher sitting opposite Zhang Zhinen in the face, that is we. Laugh. Well, let's think about it. When we graduate soon, someone says, "time will dilute everything". Some people don't know that tears have been broken down two rows. Every corner of every school, every flower and every teacher, every student is filled with discontent. Goodbye, students, goodbye, teachers, goodbye, grade nine, goodbye, Zhangshi high school, goodbye, junior high school three years...
The flow of water, the years in a hurry, only feelings forever in the heart, friends, goodbye! Friend, treasure!
Article two: graduation from junior high school
A pen, I do not know how many papers to write; in a word, I do not know how many times. The teacher's words are still in the ear, but I can't hear it again; my friend's wishes are still written on the paper, but I dare not go. The preface
I dare not admit that I have graduated, and I want to sit in the room that belongs to us, and write down our oath on the desk that belongs to me. The teacher stood on the platform and I did not dare to forget that the class teacher, who looked at us and grew up slowly, was tired. The children who have been with her for three years have graduated, and she will teach many children, but they can't replace the memories we once gave her.
I still remember the jokes of ten minutes between classes, the fun of not coming home in the afternoon, the nonsense of the late self study, but now it has become the past. There were so many troublemakers in the class that used to hate them, but now they miss them a little bit of fun. And the sisters who have been with me all the time, we cried and laughed together, but we didn't know what to say when we were separated. Graduation, in September, the class is still full of people but not us. We will be separated to a new group, and we will miss the past, but we can't go back to the past.
If I want to wake up and find out that I have only had a long dream, I am still sitting in the classroom of junior middle school. The teacher is still talking about the 100 year old topic. I talked to my deskmate about my dream. She knocked on it and said, listen to your class, do some daydreaming all day. I was sure I wouldn't be angry at that time. I'll laugh and say. She must be surprised at what I am, and she won't know how much I miss her.
After graduation, I should go. Looking out of the window, I cried. I sat on a train away from the past, and I couldn't miss it and miss the days when we lived together for three years. I am a cowardly person. I am afraid of parting, afraid of tears, and afraid to see your reluctant eyes when you send me away. Then I believe I will not have the courage to leave, so I walk alone.
Maybe I'll come back, but can we meet again?
Once I love a person who should not love, but I have no regrets, because it is him that let me understand the beauty of first love. Junior high school is beautiful, because of the care of teachers, the love of friends, lovers' spoiling. Maybe in other places I can feel it just without the first joy.
The night was quiet, and I sat in front of the window, remembering our past. Tears streaming down the corner of the eye, the distance of you are also missing us once.