Three years in the country, fleeting

Three years ago, no one knew anyone.

After three years, everyone knows who.

Three years, from strange to familiar.

Three years, everyone has grown up here.

For three years, everyone has changed here.

For three years, I have tasted both sweet and sour.

For three years, I have experienced both emotions and sorrows.

Three years, a seemingly long day has passed.

After three years, I remembered the days of three years ago, I feel a little ridiculous, a little nostalgic, and a little warm.

After three years of occasionally turning up the notes three years ago, I feel a little familiar, a bit reminiscent, and a little happy.

The bit by bit in three years has not been forgotten.

A smile of three years was also printed in my mind.

I have never felt that it has been three years. Three years, not a long one.

In the past three years, everyone has changed more or less.

Everyone is growing up.

Everyone is sensible.

Three years, a seemingly long but not long day has passed.

I like to write my own youth vows on the table.

I like to write my own helplessness on the wall.

I like to sleep quietly at the moment when the bell rings.

I like to see magazines, newspapers, novels that I haven’t seen for a long time.

I like to stand on the balcony and look at the boys, girls, and the big guys who walked downstairs.

I like a group of friends to bang together and vent their helplessness.

I like to whisper in the back of the classroom.

I like to come to the dark corridor and the one he likes.

We are still in the third day.

In a blink of an eye, we are about to separate, and there is still more than a month.

After a month, we will have a stressful test in the examination room.

At that time, everything will end.

When we don't contact us often, is it still occasionally remembering each other?

In the afternoon class, Lao Yao said about graduation photos.

Suddenly we feel that we are going to separate

Yes, there are ten days, ten days later.

We can no longer stay in the same classroom.

We can no longer rush to the secret base of our class after the bell rings.

We can no longer borrow homework from each other when we read early.

We can no longer talk about gossip around the playground during the physical education class.

In the past three years, I have seen many people, some are just passers-by, and some have to remember their lives.

Three years, I understand a lot of truth

Three years, I grew up a lot

The third middle school of Tongcheng City, Anhui Province, the third day: juan_____juan