High school life is like a book. Open the book, every story records a simple ups and downs. There will be regrets, sighs and tears in the story. But more is laughter, harvest and moving.
Life in high school is like a poem, a thoughtful poem, and every word contains a kind of mood. Small poems tell our stories, and small characters reveal our feelings, which are colorful.
High school life is like a song. Listening to a song, every beating note is a different protagonist. A beautiful melody will always have ups and downs, but it will continue like water.
High school life is like a dance. Appreciate the dance, every movement embodies a feeling. Between friends, between teachers and students, with a light pace, * * * dances a different kind of love.
In a blink of an eye, books and poems have been written, and songs and dances are coming to an end. In fact, memories are always the most beautiful: looking back, it was a happy yesterday. There was an argument in our class yesterday. Yesterday, our stadium held a running competition; Yesterday, there was a fight in our examination room; Yesterday, there were songs in our candlelight. Even if time passes, space separates us and time washes away you and me, this memory will never fade.
High school is about to pass, but life has just begun. Take a new step and bid farewell to the past. Continue to write your own books, poems, songs and dances. You will find that life is so wonderful.
When you are happy, you always try your best to release your emotions, laugh loudly and make yourself feel happy instantly. Of course, I can't tell you how happy I am to see you.
In the later period of this beautiful friendship, when I wanted to further deepen our friendship, I was condemned by this idea. Maybe you and I are not used to it!
Time flies so fast that I can't feel its speed. Nothing can catch up with it. In a blink of an eye, the rest of the days will be separated. After that, we may recall or miss it, and we may meet again if there is an opportunity.
Although we are going to separate, there is still one thing holding you and me tightly, and that is the earth. You and I, like nails, are tightly attracted by magnets and will never part. Unless, the magnetic force of this magnet disappears, that is to say, the day when the earth is destroyed is the day when we really part.