Remember our lost years

I still remember the dramas that we pursued together in those years; remember the books that we have read together in those years; remember the words we have spoken together in those years; remember that those years, together, in the same sky , sprinkle the past.

I don't remember, when I missed my class so much, when I approached, I got a lock and I couldn't open it. I don't like the days of the big sun, because it will make me difficult, it will remind me of the sunset, the sunset, the evening sunset, what a perfect spectacle, the perfect is not perfect, when you spend it under the sun, you will Say, tomorrow will be better, day by day, year after year, when you have spent the day, you realize that the loss is the most precious. What is the use? I want to chase, I can’t get back.

It used to be the best class I have ever had, the number one in the bottom, the number one in sports, the number one in health, and the last in the homework. This infamous class has buckled my heart. When watching the military training, the hand-painted team flag, the ghosts are scary, the game is bonfire; when watching the class, laugh the paper, steal the answer, privately talk; see the six one, dance youth, let go, laugh and laugh... In this way, a busy and busy semester has passed. We are full of curiosity and expectation for the first day of life. I wonder what kind of class this is, and what kind of classmates... The finished classmates are graduated with graduation. Photographs, there are still unfinished cheat sheets on the table, and the chewing gum is still attached to the chair. The blackboard is also painted with the popular figure of the villain. The office also houses a thick comic book... at the school At the end of the class, this class is like this, forever scattered. I don't know, we don't know, this one, there is no other reunion.

I don't want to think of the beauty of the evening, just like my youth, I turned over a classmate's record, only to know that the lost can not come back, the most precious lost. Forever childhood, forever class, forever memories. Looking back, remember our lost years.

Second day: dust