Three years, one year of separation

For people who come over, three years is not short or long. In the last year of the third year, everything has changed dramatically. The ones that should come should not be compromised. We can only compromise and can only bear it.

The new semester, the new beginning should have been wonderful, but this year my beginning is indeed witty. The pain of placement is not a person, not a teacher, but this group, every member of this family.

Two years of getting along, we met each other, there were cheers, noisy, happy, painful, like, unhappy, praised, criticized, mutual help, and mutual loss. Two years have happened a lot, just two years.

When I was in this class, I didn't know how much I hoped that this class would be scattered quickly. But when this was really realized, there were a lot of disappointments. The girls in our class only had 8 people. In the end, everyone went their own way. The occasional encounter with the most topics is not how you are doing recently, but "how good it is for our original class to get together again."

Missing the original classmates, missing the original class teacher, missing the laughter of a classmate, missing the shackles of a classmate, missing the noise of a classmate, missing the "neighboring teeth" of a classmate; missing the "township English" of a teacher I miss a teacher’s sputum, miss a teacher’s humor, miss a teacher’s care, miss...

Now, we can no longer talk like the past, screaming, mutual help and mutual loss, two years of good times, do not want to give up or can not give up, we put him into the "time capsule", save it. See you later, slowly recall...

The third day: Jiang Xiaoyu