There is a kind of parting called graduation composition (1) graduation, parting, sadness.
In this way, I wandered for another three years, three years. Wandering like this. I have had dreams, I have had memories, I have cried and laughed. In this way, gradually, disappear, disappear. Maybe it disappears at dawn with fog, scatters in the sky with rain, and melts in the sun with snowflakes. In this way, quietly, slowly, sprouting in my heart, growing a kind of nostalgia, a kind of disappointment, a kind of heartache.
This is the second graduation in my life. I still remember when I graduated from primary school. I didn't give up, but I was liberated, I don't remember, I was disgusted, I wasn't sad, I was happy. At that time, I didn't miss everything around me, nor did I cry for the friendship that was about to break down. I just walked out of the door happily with my diploma. I didn't deliberately look back, nor did I deliberately remember anything.
After graduating from junior high school, I felt a little sad. Every time I sign a classmate's record and write a message, there will always be ripples in my heart, nostalgia and an inexplicable heartache. Only three years later, I seem to have carved an eternal symbol in my heart. Forever and ever, whenever I pick up graduation photo, I carefully look at every attractive face and every smiling face, which is full of it. Friends say that such a parting is nothing, and the parting of the university is more painful. I want to see everyone in my heart leave and go to a place far away from me. I can't help shivering. I have such a parting, such a sad parting, but this year's parting also makes me reluctant to give up. I feel sad for the first time. For the first time, there was nothing I could do to break up. I can only stand where I am, watching people around me run by one by one, and finally disappear into my obvious field of vision.
There is a kind of parting called graduation composition (2) The feeling of saying goodbye to classmates has entered the countdown from graduation time, and our time together has also shrunk. Students are busy writing classmates' records, which can leave us a little shadow and longing for each other. Whenever I think of it, I really hope that time will stay at this moment, and let's relive this beautiful and happy primary school life together. Every grass, tree, brick and tile on campus will record this wonderful past.
This day has finally arrived, the day before the exam, which means we have to part. Students don't want to listen to the last class given to us by the teacher, and some students have already shed tears of parting when listening to the class.
In the past, when the teacher gave us lectures, we always heard laughter, but now we hear sobs!
The most terrible thing is that we meet for the last time, because it will indicate that we will be far apart.
At first, we thought that we would become strong because of parting, but when we really faced parting, we knew that we were still young and so weak that a parting could crush us at one stroke. I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.
After a long math class, the teacher only said: goodbye, classmates! At this moment, we can't hold it any longer. Wow, we all cried. But in my heart, there is only one kind of unspeakable bitterness ... The students keep their teachers with runny noses and tears, hoping to give us more souvenirs. In Chinese class, the teacher didn't give us a lesson. We cried when the teacher said the students were sobbing. How can we be in the mood to listen to the teacher? What about me? Crying became a little tearful.
Tomorrow is the graduation exam. Today we are all busy writing news, and the teacher is also involved.
After school, we push the car and walk on the playground of the campus, looking at the scenery of the campus with our eyes. Other students cried and said to me: goodbye! When I didn't cry, I just smiled and said to her: Leave your brightest smile to your friends!
Everyone has experienced parting, but what can be better than the relationship between teachers and students?
There is a kind of parting called graduation composition (3) July is the season of parting and the season of filariasis. I am a junior high school student who has just finished the senior high school entrance examination. Sitting in a strange examination room, looking at strange faces around, feeling the sadness of parting.
On the last day of school, we were full of sadness and sadness. We were all in a trance and asked why we came to school for the first time so soon, participated in military training for the first time and stood in the scorching sun. We are all thinking about how to pretend to faint. However, that has become a memory, and some things in the world cannot be repeated, such as memories, such as life. We can only cherish.
Three years in junior high school are fleeting. Looking back, we were sleepy in class, quarreling over a different topic, joking with teachers on People's Day, hiding chalk, shouting at the sports meeting, struggling hard, and miraculously won the first place in the football match, the chorus at the Chinese Art Festival. I feel nostalgic every time I think about it. It was our youth together, with our sweat, tears, struggles, struggles and shouts.
Maybe time really waits for no one. We watched helplessly as the number on the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination decreased day by day, until we gradually felt the sadness of the coming and leaving of the senior high school entrance examination and the tension of the battle. We took a group photo as a souvenir to record every smile we had lived together. I quietly looked up at the blue sky. I once lived in its arms for three years, which is unforgettable.
I didn't cry when I left. I thought I was strong. When I stood in front of the main building, I couldn't help crying for no reason. I can't bear to part with my alma mater for three years and my emotional life in junior high school. 、
Three years of life! ! We chased, fought, fantasized, cried, had fun and shared together. Maybe three years of junior high school life is like a cloud under a clear sky. Others yearn for it and want to keep it forever, but it can't be realized.
There is a kind of parting called graduation composition (4) Looking at graduation photo in junior high school, I recall three years with my classmates, and my heart is filled with emotion. After the senior high school entrance examination, I was reluctant to part with my classmates. At that time, the scene of parting was still clearly in sight. When I firmly believe that parting does not need sadness, it is a beautiful memory of junior high school and should also be the driving force for high school.
Teachers and students in junior high school have a good memory in their hearts. We love each other as a family But after the senior high school entrance examination, we had to leave and go to our high school life. Some people may contact me often, and some people may be the last time I meet and say hello in my life.
At the class reunion that day, we got together and talked a lot. I will still joke with my deskmate: "although you have many shortcomings, you are still good." Don't forget your deskmate when we part in the future! " I will also gratefully say to the teacher: "Teacher, you have worked hard! "Sometimes I will quietly listen to the conversations of my classmates, laugh together, wait together, and wait for the moment of parting. I always hope that this moment will pass slowly so that I can enjoy the time with my classmates and teachers, but everything will have an end, and soon it will be the last activity of the party-filling in the alumni record. Students with different characteristics are flying around in our hands, which is the transmission of feelings. I fill in every question carefully, every answer is entrusted with my blessing, and every question makes my nose sour. Maybe this is the sadness of leaving.
Saying goodbye to everything in junior high school should not leave a trace of sadness, because it was the best three years. These three years have not taught us how to leave sadly, but how to face the future and society. Leaving junior high school is the beginning of shaping a new self.
Junior high school life is for memories, not for sentimentality. Although I left my familiar classmates and teachers, as the poet Gao Shi said, "Mochow had no confidant before, and everyone knows you." Similarly, there will be many people and things we need to know in the future. Leaving junior high school is a deeper understanding of the world.
There is a kind of parting called graduation composition (5) Graduation season, graduation is lonely, Yilan is a prison, pen and ink are flowers and moons, and dreams lock poems * * * sea and sky-inscription.
With fragrant leaves and petals, the dance is dark and bright. Some people say it's the charm of spring, but I don't expect the arrival of spring, it's not a pleasant talk of spring, but it's a farewell in itself. Time flies, tenderness is like water, and the past is sad, which can't resist the decline of the fleeting time. As beautiful as flowers and jade, I can't stand the relegation of the years, and in a blink of an eye, I am covered with tears in the side corner. It once gave me the warmth of the palm of my hand, but it also erased my deepest eternity, and I couldn't pick it up. Whose youth disturbed the years, whose whisper awakened the dawn.
It is also the flower season and graduation season of the year. In the world of April, bachelors are elegant, dressed in literature and art, square hats are symbols of knowledge, and elegant taxi suits are the color of wisdom. We all wholeheartedly leave our elegant faces to the warmest pictures in the university. This year, we graduated, cheering, hugging, running, looking up at the blue sky and staring for a long time, as if we all have endless words and endless love, because nothing is purer and better than the feeling of this blue sky in the past years. We played with each other, hugged each other, and exchanged proverbs before leaving. Stop at Confucius Icon, Lover Lake, Library, and look back at only one young and frivolous.
The ancient road is dusty, the pavilions are stacked with willows, and the May 4th blue is swaying in the lake blue. No make-up, gorgeous and charming, graceful, light on willow, smiling like a flower. His hands are as smooth as jade, his wrists are as white as snow, and his tenacity and fragrance add to his sadness. How many times have we missed turning around and looking back? How many times have we preferred to miss a boring meeting for an unforgettable acquaintance? That melancholy mood, that lofty figure, and that past, how much I want to graduate with you and attend the graduation ceremony together, and tell you gently that I am willing to go through every flower season with you. When people grow up, they hate the water flowing eastward, and dare not speak loudly, for fear of shocking the world.
Another graduation season, I think of you, but I am used to the rainy season without you, but my heart has not stopped. Now, they form a polygonal star with their fingers to witness their memories. I said softly, "It's another graduation season and another graduation silence."
If there is a memory that makes you happy, I am willing to look for it with you; If there is a relationship that you will never forget, I am willing to listen with you in my voice.