I remember when I was in the first grade, the teacher asked who had practiced calligraphy in the class, and I raised my hand. As a result, the teacher asked me to write the names of some students on their school badges. The first thing she said to me later was that she would remember that someone wrote her name on her school badge so ugly. I can only smile helplessly, this memory is really hard to forget.
Once, she and I were paired up by the teacher to participate in the county speech contest. I was surprised and nervous, so at the weekend, the two of us went to the school's biology park for an internship. Maybe it was from then on that I had some kind of tacit understanding with her.
However, when we finally practiced our speech on stage, we were told that the speech contest had been cancelled.
We have mixed feelings, both glad and sorry, and lost an opportunity to make a fool of ourselves.
I can't remember whether it is a sophomore or a senior. We got to know each other. She is the representative of China people, so when I go to the office, she often helps me hand in my late homework. She always waits for me after school, and then we stop by. I talk about everything with her. I regard her as my best friend, no one. At that time, I never thought about whether we would break up one day.
When I was in the third grade, I wrote a classmate record. She was the first person to leave a message on my classmate's record. She wrote three pages. She said that she would always remember my snacks and hoped to be friends in high school.
However, those little dreams, after all, are more than two years later. When I opened the yearbook, I realized that some wishes I took for granted would still disappear. Tong Hua said: "We have everything we want, and we have put down everything we can't get."
She and I didn't know the meaning of that song when we listened to it during the summer vacation of our freshman year. It was even a long time before I understood the name of that song.
Now you are just a passer-by I once knew in my life.
I realized that many stories have precursors. Every coincidence in the world is actually inevitable. We all know that life will not be smooth sailing, there will always be ups and downs, but there will still be a moment. I hope that she and I can be free from those fetters, at least we can go to senior three together, and even if we part ways, there will be no regrets. But I know there won't be that assumption, not to mention that this farewell is my own choice.
I think I will always remember that in the long years we have gone through, finally, because of my paranoia, her kindness was used and we lost trust in each other.
I don't remember when we started, and even the coldness of meeting was a deliberate compliment. Because of someone, she and I became distant strangers. Originally it was just a contradiction between me and others, but she chose to trust others. As soon as I made it clear, she loudly said that others had done something wrong. After all, so am i.
I finally understand that times have changed and some things have changed, which is a foregone conclusion. I know I don't have to waste my breath anymore. I only care about the ending, never care about the process.
In the past, many people were caring and attentive, and eventually they became the eyes that passed by. Speaking of her, she is just an ordinary so-and-so.
It turns out that many times, we can't guess the ending.
There is a saying in "Hello, Old Times": "Partner, you don't have to go to the end. On a certain road, the laughter brought by the other party is enough. "
There are so many pasts that come and go in life, and none of them are together for a long time. Just some people who have walked some roads together over the years. And there will be many more in the future.
In the second semester of Senior Two, there was a class meeting in the class. She is the host. After reading the lines, she went to the door of the classroom.
Finally, the package delivery game, the person who gets the flowers will sing on the podium.
Several students took turns singing until the last girl stood on the platform.
The girl chose Eason Chan for ten years. At first, the girls sang a little out of tune, but everyone was quiet. Gradually, everyone sang this song together.