Green trees,
Dark yellow plastic stools,
Blue sneakers
Red and white school uniforms,< /p>
Your eyes are full of smiles,
Like countless little stars.
On the day of departure, the sun was bright and the grass was green.
We sat face to face on the playground, chatting.
Where are you going after graduation?
This sentence circled around in the mouth, and then swallowed.
You look at the basketball stand not far away, fingering the grass unconsciously,
I wonder if you have the same thoughts as me.
The joy of graduation is not over, but the reluctance to say goodbye is coming.
We hugged each other fiercely, tears welling up in our eyes,
There was a clear nasal voice with a crying tone.
The countdown to the college entrance examination in the classroom finally stopped changing.
The small note tucked inside the book has obvious creases.
It seems that its owner reads it often.
Slowly turning yellow, there are also the green trees of those memories.
I have never forgotten that her smiling face was frozen in the moment of looking back.
We hold hands and embark on the journey of youth,
Never say goodbye.
The paper kite walked across the blue sky,
It swayed,
Whose city it came to again.