Those days when we were together with Fan 2

Graduation is a cruel season, and mature and immature must be harvested together. --Inscription

In those years, we came to this school with innocence and ignorance. Facing a strange face, feeling helpless and feeling lonely. Gradually, we are familiar with each other and smile at each other to guess what bad ideas the other party is playing.

In those years, we are bad. We are troubled, we are crazy, we are half-dead in the class teacher, not a little bit stunned, but stealing music behind.

In those years, getting up in the morning is always a good time, stepping into the classroom, and then secretly biting the breakfast bought on the road under the desk while the teacher is in class.

Those small shops and toilets are the places we must go to in class. In those years, I always felt that the food at home was a hundred times better than that in the cafeteria. In those years, I was always dissatisfied with the guards, but I didn’t wear a school badge. Why? Just don't let out the school gate!

The days are like this day after day, and there are too many surprises and regrets every day. The days that make us crazy are getting less and less.

I only know that the days when we were together with Fan 2 were very happy and very memorable.

I still remember that when we were running, we were able to run a few laps a few times. I remember that when we came to the aunt, we were both happy and worried. I don’t have to do sports activities. The worry is that some snacks can’t be eaten; I still remember to go to the small shop to buy a snack at 5 cents. We always hide it in the pocket of our clothes and take it to the floor with a bulging belly. I still remember that after being "going to drink tea" by the teacher, I always said in anger after her.

Graduation is a cruel season. Whether you are mature or immature, whether you want or not, it ends our three years of gathering. Graduation, so dazzling words, is also a fate that we cannot change.

I don’t know where we will be in each corner of the world after many years; I don’t know if we will meet after many years; I don’t know how many years later, we will meet in one place; I don’t know if we will recognize it after many years. other side.

At the beginning of the beginning we are all children, and finally we are eager to become angels.

Those years, those months. That day, that minute, that second, we will eventually meet each other.

Third day: Chen Zizhen