Poetry junior high school appointment class

Looking back on those three years, those years were fleeting. In those years, happiness and sadness were intertwined. In autumn, I shouldered my parents' expectations and stepped into the hall of knowledge with the wings of dreams. Pure friendship and the kindness of a strong teacher. Time passed and attachment finally came. I kept the agreement and parted in that familiar place. That summer, I entered a new world with fear of strangeness and longing for dreams. The sound of books, laughter and you under the national flag. Welcome the new sunrise and bid farewell to the rosy clouds by the bridge. Three years passed quickly. Cherish time. Childlike heart is gone. Stop arguing. Back then, our class was an organization. This organization wants to write poems. Write with a pen, good poems can't be eaten as food.