In fact, the floating world used to gather and disperse, so how can there be a banquet that never ends? Just ask for a pot of turbid wine to meet each other, and the rest are a joke!
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I will walk gently, just as I come gently. Three years have passed quietly, gathering is still yesterday, and parting is just around the corner. Three years of life, colorful, let me unforgettable!
Ode to spring
I still remember when I first entered school, I was still a childish urchin, and I came to a brand-new school and class with the unique childishness and shyness of that age. I am faced with brand-new classmates and teachers ... because I am afraid of students, I dare not talk to new classmates, I don't understand classes and I dare not ask teachers. As a result, I failed the first junior high school exam. Afterwards, the teacher talked to me; The students invited me to participate in activities, talking and laughing ... gradually, I opened my heart and began to accept and integrate into the class. It sprinkled the brightness and brilliance of spring in my heart, and the purple flowers everywhere and the green flowers in the garden made me feel the warmth like spring.
Love summer
So many "celebrities" in the class! Especially those "clown", in their spare time, they will always make trouble for a while. Among them, Mr. B is a "celebrity" among "celebrities". He is a natural "optimist" with a thin head and looks like a monkey. When he begins to speak, he is sure to make people laugh. Once, Mr. B solemnly asked me a front table: "Little A, have you ever seen a reversible dining table?" Little A was puzzled and asked, "Why do you ask this?" Unexpectedly, Mr. B suddenly said, "I said, man, you must have seen it." Isn't your father a carpenter? " Please help me ask your father to make one for me, so that I can open my eyes. It doesn't matter how much money you have ... "As he spoke, a funny smile appeared on his face, which caused all the students in Fiona Fang Wuli around Mr. B to laugh over the table. However, thanks to them, our class is as energetic as summer.
melancholy autumn thoughts
In the afternoon, the sun was like fire, scorching the earth in midsummer. The steamer-like classroom is unusually quiet. Students are working tirelessly, and I am also working hard to write papers. Suddenly, a difficult problem blocked my way. I can't think of a solution to this problem. I'm sweating with anxiety. I don't know what to do. The "little doctor" in our class saw it and quickly came to help me solve it. He took pains to explain to me again and again until I understood. I was just about to thank him, but he has been helping others solve problems in his seat ... I think our efforts will surely bear fruitful results in that golden autumn!
Hope in winter
Hanging in the sky is loneliness; What falls on the earth is silence-winter. The white snow can't erase the sad traces brought by the residual winter. Looking back on the past days, we have been together for three years and have been classmates for three years. There are joys and sorrows, sour and sweet ... There are countless mixed footprints on campus. I remember that Teacher C once wrote me a sentence: "The process of growing up is bitter, but we don't need to be afraid, because there will always be spring after the severe winter, so let's sail and sail for a promising tomorrow." Yes, winter has come, can spring be far behind? I hope each of us has a happy ending.
Three years, like colorful seasons and melodious songs-
"Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze helps the flute, and the sunset is over the mountain ... "
-P.S.