Graduating, we laughed and went out together.

In June, we left the middle school. In June, we bid farewell to the familiar teachers and classmates. In June, we graduated!

For three years, it seems like a snap. For three years, I said that it is not long, and that short is not short. In three years, we shed tears together, got hurt together, laughed together, cried together, went crazy together, but now, we have to break up. On the day of the graduation photo, a person was hiding in the classroom and crying for a long time. The classmate asked me why I didn’t go out and take photos with everyone. I smiled and will leave tomorrow. This place will not belong to us tomorrow. Going to work, my heart is full of disappointment.

I remember that in the past, the girls in the class were bullied, and the boys in the class took revenge for her. Which girl was trained by the teacher, they always sighed and said "live", after a while, they ran over and said embarrassedly, "Nothing, cry, let’s see us, we will not cry because of the teacher’s training all day long. "Whenever this happens, girls will always break into laughter." You are a thick face." Parents of teachers will be very disgusted that boys and girls are too close, in fact, they will not understand, that kind of friendship, clean and no impurities.

At school, we can laugh for a day because a classmate fell. We can proudly raise the corner of the mouth because of the test of a small first. We can be a hundred times more energetic because of the teacher's encouragement. We can make a sensation for a week or even a month because of a small activity in the class.

Before each class, we always have a joke teacher. Every time before the class, it is a very beginning opening. In each class, there are always students who can't answer the questions and stutter, and the eyes encouraged by the teacher give us a lot of confidence. Every class, there are always students who secretly sleep. Every time before going to bed, they will call the same table to help stare at the teacher. The same table will be very naughty and suddenly scream, the teacher will come, and the sleeping classmates will wake up immediately and look up. At first glance, the teacher did not come at all, and then looked at the same table, always a bad smile. In each class, there is always a table that whispers to speak. If you are not lucky, you will be arrested by the teacher and get into the office. The rules that are always expressed in front of the teacher are pitiful. The original look.

On the day of graduation, the boys sang "You at the same table." "Whoever has sent you a sentimental, who comforts you who cry, who puts your long hair up, who made you a wedding dress." The girls were filled with tears. Everyone wrote a message book to each other and was busy writing a wish in the school uniform. Everyone is so sad.

I am honored to be a class of a class that is a bit messy and a little bit loved. Ten years, twenty years, thirty years later, everyone still remembers me, remember everything between us, remember that we are a little bad youth. .

Graduation, we don't cry, laugh and get out.

Third day: ancient heroic