It's another hot summer and another rainy day. Everything has become so familiar, but so strange. In a blink of an eye, three years of junior high school life has ended and will gradually become history. Only when she dies will everything feel close and precious. The four seasons are endless, and my best and most precious junior high school life has passed in laughter. Whether you have loved or hated, been happy or depressed, it has long been doomed. I have a deep and deep fate with this junior high school campus, because here, my most precious three years of youth are recorded forever, and there are too many memories here that will move me inexplicably. This is my most vivid life and the most energetic life.
It's still raining and it hasn't stopped. Inadvertently, Winnie Hin's Understanding suddenly sounded in my ear: If possible, I would also like to say that I have been loved, loved, lived, groped, gained and lost, cherished and entrusted, regardless of the outcome. I have loved and hated, I have been happy and depressed. Many people can't remember what I loved. Only those who loved will always have a trace of sweetness in their hearts. I hate many people, I can't remember. Only those who have been hated always make me feel guilty. I can't remember the countless frustrations I have experienced, only those help, emotion, tears and joy are still vivid. Once upon a time, it was a group of people on the road, scrambling to brand their footprints in the beating story. I have never looked at the past days carefully, but when she followed the current, I savored it carefully and suddenly found that you and I were so naive, so close and so lovely!
The rain stopped, but the fallen flowers were gone. The sun began to smile. I looked at the road ahead and felt a warm current in my heart, which filled me with infinite confidence. When I look back again, I think of this lost heart. Suddenly, my eyes blurred again, and my heart was full of all sadness and tenderness. ...