In a hurry, time is like a blink of an eye.
At a glance, multicolor can't be recalled.
A new January, a new beginning!
Nearly half of the year has passed by us, and time always flows through our fingers inadvertently, as if it had just passed the first day of May. Time is like taking a train, the scenery in the past is as beautiful, but you always have to move forward.
Standing at the corner of June, full of sunshine, dribs and drabs, is the starting point and the end point.
In June, I wish all lovely and innocent children a happy Children's Day.
In June, students who are willing to fight in the examination room will play an extraordinary role;
In June, before wearing swords, graduates who were willing to leave campus were still young after experiencing Qian Fan.
In June, hug my father and thank him for sheltering his family from the wind and rain;
June, full of heart, let's meet the energetic summer together!
Do it, please don't stop;
Almost, hurry to catch up;
Waste time, make up your mind to start over,
From the first day of June!
The sunshine in June gently stroked the fruits of early summer, making cherry red charming and giving solid support to the new ear of wheat. The sunshine faded little by little, leaving us with a colorful dream.
In June, the distant scenery is flowing water or floating flowers. I once lived in the castle of memory and decorated a dreamlike time.
In June, I set out with tears of joy, longing for the arrival of countless dreams, passionate impulses and attempts on young people in my blood.
In June, try to be yourself.
Every beautiful day is today, and every day full of expectations is tomorrow. Try to greet the morning glow with hope, everything is just right.
In June, may everything be well.
Warm heart, warm feeling, warm meaning, warm air is always there.
You will meet more warm-hearted things, more warm people, warm company and contentment. May everything make you comfortable and elegant.
May everything you want come tomorrow as scheduled.
June, come on.
In May, we wandered in the years together, constantly saying goodbye and constantly looking for it, as if we were young and thin at that time, and we liked and laughed in our dreams.
In the new January, I hope that time will not help those who help, and youth will not help itself.
In June, all the sadness dissipates and all the happiness blooms.
Move on, new journey, new adventure, will bring you new surprises. May you have hugs, kisses, dreams and sweat, and may all your wishes come true.
Goodbye, May; Get up, Joan!