a proud graduation season

At the time of writing this article, it was a noon in the cold wind. In the morning, we were led by the leader in the school for a morning, and we had a holiday in the afternoon. We had to rest before the senior high school entrance examination.

We said that the book has pressed us for a long time, so we have to oppress them. In the morning, all the textbooks are torn apart and shattered in the classroom. On the ground, all the pieces of paper are not visible on the ground.

We said that the school uniform made us ugly for a long time, so we have to make it ugly, so everyone's uniforms were pulled down and signed. The teacher came in for a class in the morning and was stopped by us: "The teacher helped us sign and sign!" Finally teacher After the signing, I fled.

It was crazy in the morning.

A group of people stood on the table and danced together. When the principal stood at the back door and peeked, we pulled the table back quickly. I have been wondering why the action at that time is so fast.

We even ran to the English teacher's office: "The teacher signed us and took a photo with us!" Scared the teacher to take the door and we laughed like a few crazy people.

When I returned to the classroom, I stole other graduating classes. They were still sitting in the middle of the class, and the teacher was not. It was quiet as the evening came. Several of the classmates actually ran in to push down the books of several students and then ran back to the classroom, and no one dared to ask us to ask why, because the director of the church and government stood opposite us.

When the director came in, we were still signing indiscriminately. I couldn't even find my school uniform.

He looked at us and sighed: "The voice is a little smaller, and both the first and second day are in class."

We responded to him loudly, and he gently closed the door and left.

We are still embarrassed, like the hawkers in the vegetable market, shouting loudly.

Finally... at the school time.

Everyone is sad but they don't say it. They bury their sorrow in the bottom of their hearts and laugh at them. Everyone can see bitterness and sadness. Other classmates have a slight sadness, write literary sentences, and give each other good-looking cards.

Only we laughed.

I remembered that from the beginning, our class was the most active.

Our class is the first for any cultural and sports event. But learning is the second to last.

Everyone in the graduation season of the third year is alive. When the focus is on enrolling students and taking away a few students, we are as mad as we are sweating, and tears are not known.

All the excitement will pass.

I used to bully a student together, beat a teacher, feared a teacher, changed the same table, snacks in the desk.

Memories are slowly happy.

A passionate graduation season. Only this memory is never annihilated. In the later journey, it illuminates the way forward.

The third day: An Duofei