Summer, the mourning of the tree

In the summer, we walked on the fallen leaves of the flowers, waved and complained, and looked back. I only hope that in the future, the teachers and friends should be divided. The birds on the tree sang in the back. . . . . That is summer! After three years of classmates, they will not meet each other for a long time, or they will meet each other for a decade, or they may have forgotten it. The summer wind blows our imagination, and the cool breeze of the face is cold and cold. Do you still want to continue to live on our campus? Like a flying bird in the sky, flying alone in the sky, not thinking about the storm, not afraid of the world. Fly like high altitude. The birds on the tree will fly away after singing, remember that you have been here. The autumn wind sent us through the summer.

Can't forget, the seriousness of the class; can't forget, the noisy between classes; can't forget, the hard work on the sports field; can't forget, the office is "smoothed together." Who said that "it is difficult and difficult to meet when you meet", I thought it was easier to get acquainted and it was easier to part. Under the weight of the senior high school entrance examination, I was looking forward to graduation, but now, that kind of expectation has slowly become a treasure and cherish.

The flower blossoms and falls, which forces the path, engraves how many impressions we have, and how many stories we have left. More than a thousand days together, such as beating notes, played the most beautiful movement of life. At this moment, in the memory of my youth, people go to the empty space, leaving only my bleak back, swaying in the wind.

Dyed fire maple, Qiong Ke Ge Yue, long song leaning against the building. Years old, a month before the flower, a piece of wine. The water falls red lotus, only the smell of jade, but this is still the case.

Flowers thanked the flowers and flowers, remembering the rush of time, that year - we walked together.

The edge of the margin is like water, carrying a lot of dust, just for the sentence - look forward to the next meeting. That summer, we waved and said goodbye, Du Fu's blood, and I knew that I was crying red eyes. On the graduation photo, I left a yellow and long thoughts, and the emotions of the same class, in the moment the shutter was pressed, turned into a summer breeze, which was cool and warm, warming everyone's atrium. The photo of the graduation, the blessings that were written and left, and the blessings that were too late to be sent, were printed on the negative film that said goodbye to the end of the 15th, silent, and will never change.

In the past, the past years covered the gaps, and the hurriedly cast a sorrow. The flowers covered by the years are open, and all the gaps become blank. I can't see it. The summer breeze blew gently, disappeared in an instant, remembered, forgotten. Only leave a blurred tree shadow that sways slightly. Invisible, does it mean that it does not exist? Maybe it was just covered by thick clouds. Maybe it happened to be wind and sand. I can't see you, but I still feel warm. Summer, the mourning of the tree.

Third day: Li Chuangang