We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Your tears
It will confuse me.
Once friendship
Over time,
And gradually forget
Promise me
Don't cry after graduation
Don't let tear drops
Let it last forever.
Hidden in my heart ...
We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Your tears
Will make me feel sorry.
Once intimate
As the distance goes away.
And cease to exist.
Promise me
Don't cry after graduation
Don't let sadness fill your heart.
Let it last forever.
Hidden in my heart ...
We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Don't let my tears
Fade at the moment
Complete works of modern poetry graduated from the sixth grade. The sunshine in June reflects our blushing faces.
There is thick ink on inferior red paper.
The computer screen reflects blue light,
The single page of the grade was lengthened.
Those shocking numbers,
Like snake bile,
Bitter and poisonous,
Fall on the apex of the heart.
Next year,
I'm just like them,
Looking up at high school and overlooking junior high school,
Standing on the middle school dividing line,
Wandering in confusion,
I don't know where to go.
The journey is always so long,
There are too many hardships on the journey.
I walked in a confused direction in the early morning fog,
I don't know if it's front or back.
The first morning sun shone on my face,
What I saw was the scene of the test paper flying around.
The pungent smell of ink and oil stung the nasal cavity.
Buried in the test paper to find the direction of dream high school.
Their faces were flushed with the scorching sun,
Even the eyes are red and swollen like salt.
I watched them standing on the playground,
Whether you are happy or sad,
The smiling face of youthful sunshine is fixed in the camera.
I may be like them next year,
Laugh and laugh and cry,
Waiting for the past,
For today's parting,
But also for the future ups and downs.
I will graduate next year,
Wave to this campus,
Then turn around and leave,
Happy or sad.
The Complete Works of Modern Poetry 3, which graduated from the sixth grade, is still today.
Run to their respective tomorrows.
No one can replace you,
And those youthful years.
We worked hand in hand along the way,
Write poems of dreams with sweat and tears,
Laughter and glory are exchanged for an oath.
Always remember each other's destiny,
We graduated,
We should pursue our dreams bravely and confidently,
Because we remember our promise.
Graduated,
We agreed to be strong and not shed tears.
But I finally cried.