Growing up in happiness, where is the success of composition?

Thirty years later, standing in this place again and saying that familiar sentence to you again, I found my voice a little out of control. Time is ruthless, leaving traces of time on your face and mine. However, the past years have grown into poems, and the feelings in our hearts have never left us.

"Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor." I still remember when we were young, we laughed and played naughty in this familiar campus. In spring, we scramble to pick up the scattered "caterpillars"; In summer, we tread water in the puddle of the playground and enjoy it; In autumn, we struggle with petioles in the fallen leaves; In winter, we lie by the window together, hoping that the snow elves will visit the world. Now, although we may no longer be interested and have no physical strength to go crazy, the joy at that time has become a long and short sentence that is always sweet in our hearts.

"This is a night for men to study." In school days, we not only have fun, but also have various struggles with our classmates. I still remember that at seven o'clock in the morning, we did morning exercises on the playground. During the day, the classroom is the battlefield for us to attack the knowledge highland; After the evening self-study, we walked back to the dormitory in twos and threes, leaving the fatigue of a day's study in the classroom; In the middle of the night, I will never forget the tension and frankness of secretly having a sleep meeting in the dormitory. At that time, although we were also bitter and tired, our minds were simple and our tasks were simple. Looking back now, the struggle at that time has become a bittersweet melody.

"Mochow had no bosom friend before, and everyone in the world knew him." I remember 30 years ago today, we gathered here, we laughed and cried together. We are reluctant to go, and our hearts are uneasy. But in the end, we read our lofty sentiments together. Since we can never stop here and now, let the whole world remember my name! At that time, we were full of energy and lofty sentiments, which made us mellow and spicy, and I never forget it.

Today, after 30 years of ruthless time, we are reunited here. Our memory of * * * has not been washed away by years, but it has washed away the lead and left immortal poems in our hearts. From now on, we still have our own life and struggle, but I believe that these poems with our youthful breath will connect us forever!