Middle school, where the dream begins

Middle school, where the dream begins

In the summer of three years ago, I came to your arms with infinite embarrassment. One day three years later, I am grateful to miss you who occupy my good memories. In your arms, we have spent the spring, autumn, winter and summer with the sound of insects.

Three years are fleeting, and half a semester, we are going to graduate.

Standing on the shore of time, looking back -

When we stepped into this brand new campus as a freshman, our hearts were full of embarrassment and longing, everything around us was new to us, new teachers, new classmates, new tables and chairs, new ones. campus……

After a year of getting along, we have built a deep friendship with each other. Gradually, from a ignorant child, to a middle school student who knows the book. We agreed to work hard together, even though the seniors always said that the third year of the year was very difficult.

In this way, with a hint of confusion and inner and innate exploration of this "hard", we ushered in the third day. Every day, there are many or interesting, or slightly sad things, but no matter what, we will be quietly loaded into the growing memoirs. Those ally who struggled together, the imaginary enemies established in their hearts, the friends who cried and laughed together, the test papers that could not be finished... each piece, each piece, was a different feeling.

Vaguely remember, the art festival we assisted each other that year; vaguely remember that we had a full-time sports meeting that year; vaguely remember, the afternoon of the carnival after the sports exam; vaguely remember...

The third day is a transit station. We have been in the team for three years and finally have to take a train called the “high school entrance examination”. Although we don't know where it is going to take us, we know exactly what we have learned and what we have gained in the past three years. Those smiling faces like flowers, the papers that have been done together, the time when they are having fun together, the days when they talk about idols together... are about to leave us. But it doesn't matter, because with these, there is a happy testimony of us. As we walked step by step and gradually grew up, we discovered that every drop of sweat was so meaningful, and every failure made us more convinced of ourselves.

Dear students, meeting you on the campus of the middle school is my most beautiful accident. Here, we plant the seeds of hope, and look forward to one day, it takes root and sprouts, carrying our ideals flying higher and higher.

Middle school, where the dream begins.

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