Some people say that when time passes, it will fade.
Some people say that the most important memories are buried in my heart.
I said, there is a story called graduation.
After graduation, we ran around separately. We used to call each other friends, but we may have forgotten it long ago.
There will always be a girl in the class who will make your heart beat.
There will always be a schoolmaster in the class, which will make you dissatisfied.
There will always be those troublemakers in the class to make you happy.
There will always be a teacher in the class, and we will give him a nickname. I remember that time, I gave my teacher a nickname. Tianshan Tongmu
Perhaps these, you will remember very clearly, perhaps with the passage of time, you have long forgotten.
Stars will fall, and sometimes the moon will not shine. Sooner or later, the sun will set and the season will come. Of course, memory will fade sooner or later.
After graduation, she, or he, may keep you worried.
Your best friend after graduation, maybe you will find that he is the one who makes you happiest after graduation.
Friends after graduation, although running around, at least remember that they have been with you for many years.
The teacher after graduation will also tell you some truth.
After graduation, you may cry because you are unwilling to leave.
After graduation, you may pretend to be strong and hold back your tears.
After graduation, you may have a crush on someone, but you haven't confessed yet.
After graduation, everyone may have forgotten it.
But please don't forget that in those years, there was a girl who made you want to stay. There was a schoolmaster who made you unconvinced in those years. In those years, some naughty boys made you happy. In those years, there was a teacher who taught you to be a man.
In those years, there were a group of friends who cried with you, laughed with you and spent the ups and downs with you.
Although, you have forgotten them.
Pine trees outside the school gate often appear in dreams.
I still remember that it was our ocean of joy.
Students play around it.
That is our pure youth.
We can't go back.
Studying for exams at school and making silly jokes about us.
Male students are full of arguments about facts.
Female students are all soft, weak, shy and smiling.
And little notes flying between classes.
What a wonderful youth that is.
There were no mobile phones and computers at that time.
No comparison, no worries.
Accompanying us are the feelings of teenagers and the nagging of the class teacher.
But we don't know the importance of time yet.
Some people play truant, others are late.
And the terrible roar of the dean.
But time flies.
In the blink of an eye, you will cross the wooden bridge.
From then on, our innocence is gone, and we can't find it anymore.
We are no longer young, no longer young.
I can only recall the laughter at that time.
The pine trees at the school gate are long gone.
I can only find it in my dreams.
Occasionally meet the teacher with long white hair.
I remembered the nonsense of youth at that time.
But youth has long since left us.
Can't catch the tip of its tail
It's graduation season again, so I'm sorry.
Regret that I didn't work harder.
From now on, I can only laugh in my dreams.
It didn't say anything to her
Has long been left behind by time, swaying in the wind.
The feelings of former classmates were also cultivated by this world.
What an unforgettable youth
How I wish I could go back in time.
Do we no longer need each other after graduation?
Do we just say goodbye after graduation?
Fragments forgotten in the corner
Who opened the chapter of time?
People I like and dislike.
Who and who missed it.
We said goodbye in a hurry.
Who can't wait to escape?
Who are you hiding from?
In order not to let anyone see anyone cry.
Our initial insistence
Our firm belief
We agreed not to give up.
I think the meeting is a poem.
Actually, it's just a short hit.
We promise forever.
At the end of the day.
It's just that we'll never meet again.
We said goodbye.
But I'll never see you again after all.
We said to be careful.
But always a stranger.
Say goodbye too many times.
Only this time it's serious.
Which green song?
This is our whim.
Which phrase?
Is that we are disease-free.
I went out for a walk that time.
It's just a carnival to vent youth.
pedestrian street
Soaking rain
Go through the alley
Why is the future not our memory?
Our three years
done
It's graduation season
Get out of here
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