In memory, there are too many memories that need to be kept in my mind forever; Perhaps, time is like a song, and in the end, it will come to an end!
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue.
I still vaguely remember in my mind that when I first entered junior high school, the campus was full of a strange atmosphere, strange classmates and strange teachers. The only strangers are plane trees and green grass outside the classroom.
In this way, with the passage of time, I slowly passed the first day and went to the second day.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The life of the second day of junior high school has long lost its strangeness, and the campus is full of familiar smiling faces. Familiar greetings make everyone feel warm. In my study, my teacher's help and my friend's encouragement have always been with me, and I will never leave!
Time seems to pass in a hurry and go faster, so I have to follow it to the third grade.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
I always thought that the third grade was so far away from me, but it came to me and caught me off guard. Nowadays, learning makes people breathless, and friends around them are immersed in the ocean of problems, which makes people feel a sense of distance and feel that friends are far away. Regardless of these, I plunged into the sea of questions and fought.
Time is getting faster and faster, running like a fly. I also followed its footsteps, and dared not run to the next intersection with the slightest neglect.
A cloudy wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
Time always passes too fast. In the past three years, the past has been engraved in my mind and become eternal. One day in the future, I will leave this mother-like campus; Friends will leave! Everything that happens on this campus will stay in my heart and be taken away!
Perhaps, on the day of parting, we will also sing a cup of turbid wine, bid farewell to Meng Han and go to the distance tonight. Because, time is like a song, it is always sung at the last note. And friends, there is also a day to break up. The only constant is the past like a song, the years like a song.