Recalling; youth (to the junior high school brothers and sisters)

After three years, everyone knows who

Three years, from strange to familiar.

Three years, everyone has grown up here.

For three years, everyone has changed here.

For three years, I have tasted both sweet and sour.

For three years, I have experienced both emotions and sorrows.

Three years, a seemingly long day has passed.

After three years, I remembered the days of three years ago, I feel a little ridiculous, a little nostalgic, and a little warm.

After three years of occasionally turning up the notes three years ago, I feel a little familiar, a bit reminiscent, and a little happy.

The bit by bit in three years has not been forgotten.

A smile of three years was also printed in my mind.

I have never felt that it has been three years. Three years, not a long one.

In the past three years, everyone has changed more or less.

Everyone is growing up.

Everyone is sensible.

Three years, a seemingly long but not long day has passed.

Time has dried up the test papers full of handwriting,

But did not dry those simple memories.

We will leave the third day in June this year.

We have been used to getting up at the time of Scorpio.

I am used to washing my face, brushing my teeth, and getting used to laziness.

While walking, cursing the hateful education system and calculating the time away from Sunday.

When I went to the classroom, I should have read it in the morning, but after the teacher checked the person, I secretly ate breakfast...

The sleepiness of the class is full of thoughts that I want to sleep at the moment when the bell rings.

Look at the curriculum, language, math, English, physics, chemistry;

There is no sport that you like,

Planning to read novels in the Chinese class,

I plan to have a big sleep in the English class without listening to the teacher.

We are still in the third day

I like to write my own youth vows on the table.

I like to write my own helplessness on the wall.

I like to sleep quietly at the moment when the bell rings.

I like to see magazines, newspapers, novels that I haven’t seen for a long time.

I like to stand on the balcony and look at the boys, girls, and the big guys who walked downstairs.

I like a group of friends to bang together and vent their helplessness.

I like to whisper in the back of the classroom.

I like to come to the dark corridor and the one he likes.

We are still in the third day. . .

I am afraid of every exam, but I am looking forward to every exam.

Afraid of the announcement of the results, but looking forward to the announcement of the results,

Pretending not to care about your achievements, but watching the rankings over and over again when no one is there,

Then walk away silently... I don’t think I will work hard if I don’t make progress on the next exam.

But regardless of progress, the sweat of hard work never stops flowing;

We are still in the third day. . .

I used to get up at 5 in the morning and used to brush my teeth with my eyes closed.

I am used to doing crazy things in class, this has nothing to do with learning,

Still have to be alert to the ugly face of the class teacher who appears in the back door window.

At the same time, everyone is almost conditioned to advance the magazine novels in the book box.

Straight, do a fake model, hold a pen that can't write a word, and look at the blackboard seriously.

Is the brain in the mind thinking that the class teacher has gone?

In a blink of an eye, we left the hardships of the third day, and all the habits became so unaccustomed.

I thought that my youth was released at the end of the third day, thinking that I was ushered in another spring of my life.

But we may often think of the third day,

Leaving,

I want to go back to the classroom and see the sweat that I left behind.

I want to go back to the classroom and look at the blackboard full of homework.

I want to go back and look at the countdown board of our back wall;

I want to meet friends who have walked through the black June.

I want to see the same table that I can’t bear to wake you up from sleep.

I want to see the campus full of our laughter...

Recalling the days of life in the country, there is always an impulse to cry,

The first three years of death are always the best memories of youth in our hearts.

In the middle of the country, it’s a bit bitter to think about it.

It is not the life of those years that has been bitter, but the life that no longer exists.

Once a classmate, a former teacher, and a former campus have gradually gone away, leaving only the less perfect memory.

Sometimes I really miss it, I really miss you. I don't know if you are far away, how are you?

["It's a flowering season, countless dream chasers have entered the final sprint stage, they will not be alone, because we are always there. At this moment, don't forget, give that every one still The third day, send some care that belongs to us."

Suddenly there is a feeling of wanting to cry, we are growing up inadvertently.

In the days to come, there will be more and more away...

Think about us, so many young and young, so many happy times.

It’s gone forever

It’s rare to have a few friends in life.

Meeting you is the happiness of my life.

No matter where we are in the future

Our hearts are always together my qq; 15934231829

Heng'an No. 2 Middle School, Datong Mining Area, Shanxi: Shi Min