Can't bear to say goodbye

In those years, I sat in a classroom with them and buryed my head in school. In those years, I walked down the office with my test papers and listened to their patient explanations. In those years, I walked on campus and walked on the campus. The land smells the familiar flower.

The sun was shattered, and the stars were scattered in the classroom. The faces of the students at the window reflected the warmth of different shapes.

That is the classroom I fought with them. It was the playground where I sweated with them. Every corner of the campus hides our friendly sunshine. "Haha, can't you do it? Stupid!" "You are stupid! Who can be more stupid than you!" At that time, the seemingly ridiculous, sardonic words now sound like that warm, as if A word reveals the joy of youth and the beauty of friendship. I never knew that I would be so happy when describing my friends. "The girl with short hair, the two long ponytails and the lady with tall figure." These are often jokes with each other, then I do " I have to admit that they are really "dead parties". When I portrayed them in an understatement, my mind was filled with their faces that made me so unbearable, but so cute.

Everyday we are crazy together, we never thought that we would separate one day, and each set foot on a different life in the future. Goodbye, how are you willing!

The sun is gathered and illuminated like a spotlight on them as warm as the sun. I feel that the sun is sharing their warmth.

That piece of red hook, dazzling big fork, bright digital test paper; that frame sometimes smiles, sometimes plated, letting the face of chilly life; that one we secretly take The nickname, these and all the memories of the teacher contain happiness.

Sometimes I look at the papers I want to tear off, licking the pen, and walking into the office with a slight footstep to "surrender." I nervously spread out the test paper with a bright red mark and a bad test. I bite my teeth and said, "Teacher, I really took this test!" Then, the teacher will probably say "Ah! Then I will take a look, give you Analytical analysis." Every time when they patiently analyzed my mistakes and encouraged me, I always smiled and waved gently with my roll. I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, at that time, happiness and warmth have replaced sadness and loss.

Thank you, my teachers, we are used to calling you nicknames. We really often make you angry. But we always feel: "We have been very happy when we were together!"

In the past three years, I have met the bright sunshine friends and have harvested the purest friendship in the world. In the past three years, I have gradually become familiar with the sunshine-like teachers and have harvested the most pristine teachings in the world. At this moment, I really can't bear to say goodbye.

The third day: the first rainy season