Years are like water, fortunately with you

The pure sky belongs to the age of water. The clearness is like a blank depiction, and you make it a beautiful painting. Years are like water, fortunately I have been with you. --Inscription

In the midsummer of July, there is no cloud in the blue sky, leaving only pure blue. Just like the blue ink that was overturned, the intricate blue was smudged in the air. The sun hangs high in the blue sky, and the golden glow of the fire sizzles the earth, and even a gap is not missed.

I hid under the dark green of the kapok tree, listening to the melodious music, and gently flipping through a thick old photo album.

The old album cover is faintly yellowish, and the upper side is already covered with thick dust. Gently wipe away the dust that has been dusty for a long time, and the faintness that is revealed from the inside is an evocative old time.

September 2019. My desk was waving my arms, squinting, screaming at the gang and yelling at me. Vaguely remember, that was the first time I met her. For the first time I entered the 5th class, in order to record my first friend, I secretly took pictures of her with my mobile phone. It was unfortunate that she was caught by her, but it happened to let me take this funny photo.

10 years in November. Liyang is shining, we are wearing camouflage uniforms, and we are practicing at a healthy pace to practice kicking. Vaguely remember, we are young and young in the first day, and we are full of vigor. In the face of the hardships of military training and the strictness of the instructors, we remain indomitable and insist on completing various trainings and punishments. Inadvertently won the praise of the instructor, and will always be happy for a while.

10 years in November. Flying on the red runway, the classmates blushed and gasped, but they continued to fly forward without stopping. Vaguely remember, this is the first individual art festival we entered into the country. For the class, the students all tried their best to fight for the honor of the class!

12 years in May. The classmates held up the instruments and their faces were full of excitement and excitement. The teacher Shi’s hand also held the gold medal to witness the results of our efforts. Vaguely remember, this is our first time to participate in the wind music competition in Shanghai. In order to compete, the students are not swaying, and the wild horses like the reins are as long as they start the game, just like taking off the reins and winning the championship.

All the memories came to me like sea water, and the bits and pieces with the 5 classes kept flashing in front of my eyes. Every picture is so familiar, as if it happened yesterday.

Close the photo album, I closed my eyes and leaned against the kapok tree, listening to the melodious music, smiling a little

The water is as clear as a white painting. However, it is you who make it a beautiful painting. You make my world more exciting.

5 classes, I have been with you.

The third day: Chen Xiaoting