We always pretend to be strong, always don't want others to see our tears, and always promise others on the eve of graduation: "I won't cry after graduation!" " "However, at the graduation party, I cried black ... graduation is an inseparable moment.
If we have experienced this feeling of joys and sorrows, we will still complain that the school uniform is too monotonous, the red scarf is too troublesome, and the classroom is too stuffy ... When the classroom is full of people next summer, it is a pity that it is no longer our time, we will still think of the boys whose teachers are playing tricks on people, the girls whose teachers are gossiping and melodramatic, and the teachers who take pains to talk ... Those tears are flowing when they graduate.
From the teacher's red and swollen eyes that day, we know that tomorrow, we will graduate ... On weekdays, the noisy classroom becomes extraordinarily quiet, and everyone's eyes are full of tears, which are always covered up and wiped away. Then they look at their classmates who care most about themselves on weekdays and vote for him or her, not gazing affectionately, but leaving ... In those days, almost all students ignored the entrance examination.
No matter how good or bad the relationship is at ordinary times, there are a series of replies under each diary ... I saw the replies from my classmates, girlfriends and teachers that night and cried for a long time ... How can I disperse my feelings in these six years and forget the ups and downs in these six years? The day before graduation, the tears of my classmates were deeply portrayed in my heart. ...
On weekdays, when the most naughty boy sent a sentence about "I'm going to graduate, don't give up …", I replied to him below him: "Don't worry, no one wants to part with you, and no one wants you to say' Don't give up' …" I don't know what that sentence means, but I just feel like graduation, though.
It's not that I won't, but the time I spent with you in this life may be the only intersection of our lives ... if we can meet again in the future, that's the best; If I never see you again, I can only comfort myself silently. We used to have such an intersection. We should be thankful that our lives are not parallel lines. I'm glad to know you.
That morning, we were all wearing school uniforms, with bright red scarves around our necks, standing on the steps in rows, smiling on our faces ... The parents standing next to us said and smiled: "Look at these children, heartless, who can still smile so brightly after graduation." Who knows that in those empty nights, we hide in bed with our mouths open but dare not shout loudly; Who knows that now we look at the deskmate around us, and our hearts are full of guilt. ...
After filming "graduation photo", we went back to the classroom. It was no longer a quiet and suffocating rhythm, but a sob ... No one knew our pain. Although those adults call themselves "experienced people", it has been decades since they graduated from primary school, so that kind of sadness has been resolved in their hearts. Since no one understands our sadness, why should we interfere in our friendship?
Graduation, a sad moment, makes people say, "Don't worry, we will meet again, and our friendship will last forever ..."
I have always felt that meeting because of words is the best opportunity in the world. If life is a first encounter, when you are young, you and I will get drunk and drink nonstop. Maybe we don't have to ask each other what kind of future they can walk into and what kind of stories they will experience. Perhaps, no amount of feelings is worth the rush of time.
Looking back on the road we walked once again, the laughter and tears at that time, everything at that time has been deeply imprinted in your mind and I have never forgotten it, just because you are in my memory. I miss the moon in the sky, travel back and forth in just visiting, and write my love with the cherry blossoms in January. Exquisite beginning, reliving the most beautiful time in the old days, telling the truth for the first time, accompanied by apricot blossoms in February. Spring lasts for a long time, and the warm window of the south wind feels the years with March wooden pens and books on the creaking wooden chairs. Like a fleeting time, I can't catch fleeting time. The past is like water, I will recall the past with April.
Listen to your heart, listen to your heart and write the most beautiful and tender words. Malva will open in May. Goodbye Weiyang, there is love at the end of the season, and it is not far away to accompany Jasmine in June. Unconsciously, the journey of one or three years has passed halfway, and we are about to enter this rainy season-July. And * * * calmly, stop and feel life, let us calmly wait for Ziwei to soak in the moon in July.
Walking on your own life, laughing all the way. Too many people are used to walking in a hurry, but perhaps those who really know and have a life will make up for it in time. In the journey of life, there are always people coming and going.
When the new name becomes the old name, when the old name is gradually blurred, that is the end of one story and the beginning of another. People around you can only accompany them through a short or far journey, but can't accompany them through life; With my life, it is my own name and the feelings brought by those names that are either bright or dark. Life brings us too many unspeakable things, and many people or things we have chosen to let go and stay in memory with the past; A lot of right and wrong are still lingering in my heart, so relax and be sober and thorough.
Knowing that you and I have a long-lasting relationship, it is better to entrust your warmest feelings to this summer in July, and we will miss this rainy season. You will find that there is always a rain, a memory, waiting for you in July. Stay in the next flower season, drink and laugh with you for 30 thousand games, and don't complain about leaving.
Graduation season, don't give up memory, graduation season, don't give up on you.
Four years after graduation, I only remember the rainy day when I graduated. On that day, this familiar and unfamiliar city suddenly became as illusory as the rolling mountains in the distant fog. And what about people in these four years? Or leave. Or stay. The long train tore open a wound that may never heal. Pain makes time cry.
In the torrential rain, the bedroom light is still on alone. It's just that I'm the only one who shines. The oldest red cotton guitar on the wall is lonely, longing for the touch of those hands with residual smoke, just as the wall longs for the deep or shallow impact of the guitar sound. The photo of the hometown girl who once vowed to accompany her beard at the bedside has faded, and the girl's chest in that photo is still as flat as ever. It's as still as dead water all around. It's like countless nights when lights are turned off.
It's just that there is no whispering between people anymore. There is no gentle voice when someone gently calls a girl's name in her sleep. There was only the last door closing sound, like the harsh sound of a young sports car hitting an obstacle. Maybe after a month, the silence in this room is almost vacuum. Maybe in the next two months, there will be eight lonely, impetuous but excited people to break this silence. They just can't imagine what happened to the eight seniors in this room. Maybe they didn't even think about it. ...
You can finally get drunk. Finally, I can scold the country and tell jokes that are more effective than advertisements on street poles, but I am still awake after lifting and putting them down countless times. Sober sobs and silence bordering on hysteria. I didn't know who mixed the 36-degree rain in the wine ... It seems that it should and will rain on graduation day. ...
The fourth piece of graduation lyric prose is sitting by the computer, quietly listening to beautiful songs and enjoying the years of youth. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have been in the third grade, counting the roads I have traveled and savoring the taste of life.
In the morning, birds are chirping in the branches, which makes me unable to sleep. I slowly opened my eyes, and a ray of dazzling sunshine outside the window entered my eyeliner, which made me unable to open it. But I like this feeling. It is warm and has a feeling of youthful exuberance. Get up slowly, open the window, smell the flowers, faint fragrance, lingering nose tip, the grass in the morning is covered with crystal dew.
At noon, the sun shines directly into the bedroom, which is much more shy than in the morning. Looking into the distance, cicadas are chirping in the branches. Walking by the pond, watching the fish swimming in the water, sometimes stopping to look at me, and then running away quickly, sometimes playing with other fish at the edge of the rockery, and sometimes walking in the pool with other fish. Looking up at the sky, blue sky, overlooking the ground, green grass. Feel the breath of summer.
In the evening, the sun is gradually setting, and the sky is glowing with red light, like a shy girl walking on the garden path, humming a little song gently, feeling the beauty of the sunset, and every inch of time is worth an inch of gold. The years of youth, like running water, gradually slipped away from me. I want to reach out and save it. But all this, Taiwan Province Province and Taiwan Province Province, the vigorous progress of the youth, the elegant demeanor of the youth, should start from now on! Feel good every day. Show youthful style!
The fifth grade of lyric prose after graduation is as heavy a burden as a schoolbag and as dull a time as plain boiled water; As unforgettable as first love, as cherished as first kiss; It gives people courage like a determination to write a novel and reassures people like lyric music. There is the real pain of hanging beam and stabbing stocks, and there is the simple happiness of children playing hide and seek; It is a girl in the eyes of lovers, which makes the lost people look forward to the infinite beauty of the future. It is also the deep and boundless water of Walden Lake, which makes people feel empty and calm. Senior three, when I walked out of its shadow, I could hardly see the whole picture. However, when I picked up that memory again and wanted to describe it, I felt that the words were poor. I feel as if I have never really experienced it. I don't think this is just a year. This is about life, future, choice, face, courage, life and soul. This year, I saw my whole life.
Now, it's actually quite difficult for me to write about the year of senior three. It feels like a lifetime ago. As the day approaches, the countdown begins, and the pressure is great. Looking back now, it seems that nothing happened this year. Books, exercise books and papers are endless like snowflakes. Coupled with inexplicable impulses and longings, pressure and motivation are everywhere. Every day, you can laugh for a little boredom, blush for a small question, cry for a small exam, or cry for joy.
This year, clear, like returning to childhood, simple, like leaving this world, happy, as if floating to heaven.
Now, I have graduated, and I feel unrealistic and relaxed about all this.
Really graduated, finally graduated, really graduated.
I can't believe I finally graduated.
Time in the English test paper is collected by the invigilator in the kraft paper belt, which is lengthened again, and the exam becomes no longer worrying but permeates all aspects of life. Three years of high school finally came to an end at this time. I finally settled down to savor the taste of separation, but somehow, I didn't feel sad at all.
Maybe it's really over.
Three years have passed, and it is still three years.
What did you leave me?
Too many people, too many things, know each other because of need, get used to it because of blandness, melt into your heart because of habit, and be washed away by the torrent of time, which is truly clean.
Memories are really amazing things, just like movies, with only fragments and branches and leaves.
What really constitutes a memory in these three years?
Children who listen, eat, laugh and grieve with me.