That year, we broke up

Growth is a kind of dignity with tears. --Inscription

For six years, it is not long, and short is not short. Each of us can at least evolve from the childish innocent child to a big child with a sense of maturity. Yes, we have all changed, we are all grown up. As time passed, we have all changed, but what remains unchanged is the most pure feeling in the depths of memory.

Time is a medicine that can forget the haze of the past, but remember the beauty of the past. It’s been six years, think about what happened in the past six years? Maybe we can't remember it without any leaks, but at least we can't forget the beauty and joy of the scene like a movie replay: the scene of unity, the scene of chatting and laughing, and the chasing of running. From time to time in the brain flashed, think of it, I can not help but laugh out loud. Why is that? I think that whether it is good or not, it is the best proof of the past. In the blink of an eye, we turned into a butterfly, and we finally left the "home" that once made us warm. We don't give up, we are nostalgic, we cry, but what can we exchange? In the end, it’s not the tears that soak the eyes, not to mention the scene of “goodbye” and “don’t forget me”. If the tears of each of us can be exchanged back a little bit together, I think, we will do so. Of course, it’s not just us who waved goodbye, but also teachers like our second mother. For so many years, they have broken our hearts for us. We may not know that there are a few wrinkles in their eyes that climb for us. The white hair on the horns is alive for us, but everything they do. Everything, we all look in the eyes, even though we sometimes make them sad. Now, looking at the graduation photo filled with smiles, I laughed. I really want to go back to the past, but it is indeed a distance that I can't reach. I can only stand still and remember the past silently.

Time flies past my fingertips, I tried to keep it, but I can't even touch it. Where can I keep it? Just as the lyrics "Want to go back to those years", I want to go back to the past, but that is impossible, because we lost the waywardness and childishness on the day we broke up, in exchange for the maturity of the youth. This has proven that we have grown up.

Second day: candance