The spring breeze blows slowly, brushing the branches of weeping willows and the crimson petals of Chinese rose flowers. In the buzz of bees, children are smiling, so delicate, so charming, so brilliant and so pure.
The spring rain is continuous, wet, thin and soft, nourishing the grass and full of vitality; Moisturize with small flowers, and the small flowers smile; Nourish children, children are naive.
"Teacher, teacher, teacher." Are these spring strings? Is it a spring hug? Is it a spring dance? That pointer seems to be directing a hymn of spring; Chalk dotted the spring garden; This earnest words, like spring rain, became a rainbow in the horizon.
I was looking forward to it.
Graduated quickly and grew quickly.
When we really leave.
Go to the ends of the earth.
Only to find that we have too much.
I can't forget it.
At that time, we lived together day and night.
The dormitory is our home.
We discuss social hot spots.
Explore campus culture
Full of lofty sentiments and aspirations
We listen to music and talk about life.
I often play poker for fun.
Remember that time?
You have lost so much, and your face is full of little bastards.
-Everything is so beautiful!
But it's over.
We have passed the prime of life.
Thinking is like the ups and downs of waves.
Beat your heart from time to time
Every drop of water.
This is all our memories.
But this is the reality.
We must face it.
I can only recall the beautiful youth.
Pure friendship