Memories like water

His eyes crossed a smile. The curvature of the corners of the mouth varies. Perhaps some of my classmates, because of graduation, smiled very brightly; perhaps some students, because of disappointment, laughed a little depressed.

The photo in front of me is still very clean, as if the years are on it, I can't get an interpretation; the smiling face in front of me is still very familiar, as if this group of children have been remembered by myself, the young teacher in charge of class, standing among us, faintly Laughing. But the curvature of the corner of the mouth does not obscure the sorrow in her eyes, and may be somewhat proud and unwilling. Because, our group of crazy children, after the university graduated to teach, the first batch of graduating students sent away, and the results are not bad.

There are no extra people, no uniform school uniforms, and no neat chairs, so they are less serious and more harmonious. It’s not so much a graduation photo, it’s a shot after a happy party.

Fifty-six smiles are inevitably slightly sad. It is not necessary to say how good the feelings of teachers and students are. It is not necessary to say how deep the feelings of the classmates are. From the disappointment of the teacher's eyes, the hands clasped between the students can see through everything.

In the last lesson before the class teacher, the class teacher taught us the courage to admit mistakes.

The class bell is the same as usual, there is no slight change, but when we hear it, it is a bit more heavy.

The teacher stepped on the platform step by step without peace, but from the office, went straight to the classroom, jumped to the podium, and held a large stack of white paper in his hand. At that time, no one knew what she wanted to do, because the letter to the teacher, classmate, and alma mater, we have already written.

She seems to know our questions, so she started talking about the main points and didn't talk about other topics. This is not her style.

"This big stack of white paper, like what you think, is to write credit..."

"Ah... I didn't write it earlier, but I have to write it again?" Some students couldn't help but complain.

The class teacher’s words were still interrupted, but she was not angry. Instead, she smiled like a child. “I know that you will hit me like this. In fact, this paper is used to apologize. Two copies of one person, a letter of apology that you think is the most sorry person in the past six years. I don't check, I don't peek, I don't limit the content and the number of words, but I have to write two copies, one for the person you want to give, and the other for the other, I will fold it into a paper crane. I will help you. Put 56 together and wait until the party, we will open it again. ”

Two pieces of white paper, like a butterfly, fell to the desk, and the classroom that was just noisy was very quiet at the moment. It can't be said that even the most subtle voices are not there, because after all, there is a group of people in the classroom, but if there is no voice, then this is true.

In about twenty minutes, almost all of them were written. Rows of letters, no one speaks loudly, just whispering a whisper when putting paper in someone else's hand.

I and the other two students left behind to collect 56 paper cranes. I didn't say a word when a paper crane flew into the small cardboard box from the student's table.

Perhaps, just because of the "sorry" sentence just now, some students laughed from the bottom of their hearts. Time is fixed on that smile.

Time flies past smiles again and again, memories, slowly flowing like spring water, or sweet, or sour.

The past is vivid.

Time is like running water, but there is no trace. When we graduated two years ago, we laughed and cried.

Henan Xinxiang Changchun County Henan Hongli School 2nd: Shi Jiaoli