There is a kind of memory called youth

Memories are like the pain of tearing open again and again without a good wound, and I am struggling on the edge of pain.

--Inscription

I have stepped into the mysterious and yearning country with joy. But time hasn't given me enough time to breathe. The country has come to the end and thinks about what is left in my life in the country?

Oh! The original stay is faster than sadness. Bad results, fiasco friendship, sorrowful grievances. Those things that are bit by bit are engraved in my heart like this.

Looking at the black blackboard filled with white fonts, I thought about how the three-year classroom in the country was on?

Seeing the blackboard thinking, I ran out of the mathematics class outside the classroom, thinking about the physics class of how to formulate the brain, thinking about how to remember the chemistry class of the element symbol, copying the Chinese class on the blackboard, listening to the reasoning Political class, reviewing history history lesson, talking about the English class full of mouths, and the self-study class of the sky.

Think again that the knowledge you have learned in class is so ridiculous, three years of knowledge actually have no knowledge that others have learned in three days.

A friendly but harsh eye, a person who works hard but does not ask for a return is a teacher.

In the class, they are the mentor who solve the problem for the students. They don’t have a teacher after class, they talk and laugh with us. Thinking about it is really not enough for the teacher to pay for us in the past three years.

The only thing we can use to repay them is the results, but what we can reward them is a disappointing result.

Adolescent children are very rebellious and I am the same.

I often work with my parents and often argue with them. The ruthlessness of the years has taken their youth away. They gave their youth to their children. I don’t know that I’m still quarreling with them, and there are many scars in their hearts, but they never complained. And still paying for us silently, it is really embarrassing to think of it.

The dormitory is like a second home, and roommates are like sisters.

In the first semester of the third day of the third semester, the school was self-study. After school, the school was afraid of accidents and the parents would pick it up. I don't want my parents to pick me up so cold that I will stay in my heart. Stay in, oh! Isn't this all 15 classes? It’s really a good laugh.

After returning to the dormitory after the evening study, it is a big trouble to the Heavenly Palace. If you don’t let the head of the building say that we will all be on the whole floor: "Good building is long and accommodating."

One of the roommates said: "This dormitory is the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. The outsiders have invaded all of us, and the outsiders have gone to civil war." After we finished laughing, we listened to the appropriate metaphor.

A first parting song rang in the ear.

"Silently, we broke up as we met silently, please leave your affection, please take my blessings." More beautiful words. There is no gorgeous language, only silent blessings. We are also silently acquainting, and now it is silently separated.

I forgot the similar appearance, but the strong friendship was always in my heart. Move it and not mix it. Let us not say any gorgeous language to bless each other, let us cheer for each other with ordinary hugs, blessings, comfort.

I saw that I have written so many memories without knowing it. I have had happiness in three years, have had sorrow, have had success, have failed, have gained more enlightenment, and have learned more. The experience of three years has made me more aware of how to pursue my own ideals and understand the meaning of the two words of life.

It was dark at night, and there was a car running in the distance, and the sound of a dog.

Gently put down the pen and stand up, looking out the window, the bright moon hangs in the sky and put a layer of white gauze on the earth, how long will youth be surrounded by me!

Gently turn off the lights and lie in bed waiting for tomorrow.

High School, Qingyi Middle School, Qingyi County, Yulin City, Shaanxi Province, China