Memory on blackboard

On this dark blackboard, we carry countless memories.

The words on the blackboard were written and erased again, erased and written again, and repeated. In this way, one day passed, a few days passed, and weeks and months passed...

When I saw the blackboard again, I felt that it was full of memories.

The blackboard is very old... Sometimes the words written are difficult to erase, even if they are erased, they will faintly trace...

On the blackboard, there are the words of the language teacher Juan Xiu and the beautiful poems floating in the fragrance; there are complicated formulas written by the mathematics teacher with clear handwriting; there are written words with exotic words written by English teachers; there are also politics. The teacher’s meaningful philosophy of life...

On the blackboard, there is a tireless teaching and encouragement from the teacher before the test; there are also words of the parents' spurs on the “parental meeting” after the test; there is a beautiful 100 points carried by a light canoe; there is also a round mark of shame under the “bayonet”.

The blackboard is sacred in our hearts. Every time we are lucky enough to board the stage, we will cheer us up.

I still remember to walk confidently on the podium, and to express the joy of solving math problems. I still remember the embarrassment when I was not prepared to write the wrong words. I still remember the excitement when selecting the student union, the class committee and the "three good"; remember the teachers. The heart of the language is long...

Once, the teacher called the blackboard to do math problems, because I forgot to write the answer on the final question, but was criticized by the teacher. Once, as a class representative, I wrote the homework in the lower right corner of the blackboard every day. I am full of memories; once, because of the scribble on the blackboard, I was beaten by the teacher; once, because of the pain, I shed tears on the blackboard...
This fast blackboard reminds me a lot, it may become my forever memories looking at the blackboard, the beautiful national hour light, turned into a clear lens and kept playing in front of my eyes. The picture is full and disappears; it is full, and it disappears... Surprise and sour feelings come together, it is time to leave.

Second day: Zhengdu