It is really precious to think of the days when I went to school with my classmates. Once upon a time, I would be excited about going to school from morning in spring; We will argue about what programs to prepare for Christmas. I remember the first military training, girls threw the quilt on the ground and jumped around in the dormitory, how happy they were; I remember the first time I went to school as a farmer. We were angry because we couldn't take beans home. When I left primary school, every scene reappeared in my mind and I remembered it all. That time was too beautiful and too short. I tried to reach out to save it, but it quickly ran away. Now that I think about it, although my memory is a little vague, this feeling is still very profound.
The day of parting came. I waved goodbye, bid farewell to my alma mater, bid farewell to my teachers, bid farewell to my dearest classmates and bid farewell to my six years. Our six years have experienced many joys and sorrows. However, none of us cried, but the tears we prepared could not flow down. Because today's departure is a new beginning, and there are new hopes brewing. Today, we are sad and firm. We bless and encourage each other, and then start a new journey!
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