Ten classes, I love you.

The years are silent, the horseshoes of time are not stopped, and three years have quietly come to an end. At this moment, we are excited or embarrassed. Meditate in the night, looking for peace in the thousands of thoughts. We gathered from each other to the separation, and the ten classes recorded all our laughter and weeping. The tenth class is like a long-lasting old wine. After three years of wind and frost, it gives off a strange smell at this moment. Lonely in the water, walking alone in the boat, sitting on the mountain, relying on the water to sit, give up the sorrow, toast to the moon, hearty, and enjoy the harvest. Ten classes, from strange to familiar, how intimate you are, and what kind of sentiment is that you provide a stage for our past, which paves the way for our future, and lays a solid foundation for our lives. . Even if the front is confused and bumpy, even if the future thorns are scattered, if we have you, we will not be empty. Only if you want us, we will be able to plan ahead and understand the future.

Time can take everything away, but it does not take our memories of you. When you are alone, you bring us comfort. When you are in pain, you give us a warmth. When you are sad, you are more like a pair of hands to heal the wounds of our hearts. Today, three years ago, you have accommodated us with a wide arm. Three years later, you are the one that sent us to high school with a dream car. It is you, everything is you. Without you, there is no us today. The fare bell has passed, and our departure is like a boat full of hopes, leaving the mother port that has been parked for three years, but our departure does not mean that ten people go to the building, ten classrooms are permanent. Our soul, because that is our real home. The ten classes will, as always, undertake the next generation of ten people, meet the challenges of the new era with a new look, and create the future with vigorous youthful vitality. At this time, the ten classes are more like a tracker. They are not chasing the ideal passengers. Day after day, year after year, not afraid of the storm, not mourning, just to send ten people like us. the other side. Even as I entered the age of sorrow, I continued to ferry and worked tirelessly.

We are a group of childish children. On the way to finding the ideal, we have been injured again and again. It is you, using love to appease our wounds. It is you, using a mother's kindness to give us the motivation to move forward. Your bright teeth are the treasures we are waiting for, and your smile is a constant pursuit. Time is ruthless, and the fragrant muscles always avoid the catastrophe of old age. Sometimes you are like a camera. In those short moments, we took our smiles or hurtful expressions. The fragments of the hearts and minds are warming our hearts when we look back because of loneliness. In fact, the tenth class is a tape recorder, recording the joy and sorrow of the three years of our growth. At this moment, we are so difficult to give up in the past because we are still struggling to survive in the painful struggle. When we wait for the title of the gold medal three years later, we will feel a hard-won appease for the past two models.

Can't forget, can't forget your moving alum, can't forget, can't forget your heart and mind, can't forget, can't forget your firm heart. We are a group of small rivers that flow into the ten rivers. After the growth, the ten classes sent us to the sea and gave us a wider sky. Is it really "the sea is wide and the fish is flying, the sky is high and the bird is flying"? No, ten classes are our roots, and the long line of ten classes is always in our hearts. I’m stunned by my heart, and my thoughts have been lingering in my heart for many years. I’ve said a thousand words: “I love you in ten classes.”

Hechuan Middle School, Hechuan District, Chongqing, the third day: invincible