Years like a song

Years like a song

Gently I left, as I gently came. Time is rushing, just like a meteor slipping through the sky.

Time is like a rush to gather. "The water of the Yellow River comes up in the sky, and it doesn't return to the sea." Time is like a river that never goes away, only to let it pass by in the years.

The gathering was still yesterday, and they were in front of them. Looking back on the days that have passed away, there are countless how many joys left on the campus, and now my heart is inevitably surging.

Picking up Li Shutong's "Farewell": "A cup of turbidity and full of joy, this is not a dream." "Life is rare to gather together, but there is a lot to leave." Time can not stay at a certain moment, spend a good month, spend the moon in the history of the river and life The journey can only be a flash in the pan, and perhaps a candlelight night tour is a magical calculation.

There is no banquet in the world, and there are countless farewells nowadays. No matter how sad the heart is, you can’t move the heart of the journey.

The most memorable campus is the teacher's gaze; the most intimate is also the teacher's gaze; half of the father's majesty, half of the mother's kindness, combined with the parents' love, deeply reflected in the mind; half of the sun Passionate, half of the moon's soft sausage, gathered the glory of the sun and the moon, illuminating the road of growth.

Take a path back to the campus, step back into the stairs of the classroom, and have a sweet memory in your heart. Under the banyan tree, I know that I sing in desperation, the butterfly dances and the flowers bloom openly. A good picture of the campus, and then students to study hard, the teacher patiently explain the wisdom of the hand, it is vivid. The entire campus is full of the warmth of teachers and students.

Time has begun to start in time, and when a thousand words are inexhaustible, leave the dream to the night, leave the tears to the sea, and leave hope to the future.

It’s just a matter of moments, leaving a thousand words of blessings in your heart to pray.

Fifteen years old, the beginning of hope. Cherish the present and look to the future. Don't be late to come, to carry the ideal eagle.

When the years are like songs, let the dream of youth be played like a song.

Chuqiao, Qiaolian Middle School, Panyu District, Guangzhou, Guangdong, China