Don't have friends

There is nothing that can remain as clear in the eternal catastrophe, and the dust will return to the earth, and the memory will eventually be blurred. Even so, I still don't want to forget this time, even if I leave a trace in my mind, even after many years of recalling the small country, it is enough to say "very good". Just don't dissipate. I don't know why my heart has always believed that even in the moment of infinite frustration and infinite decadence, this time can still be a comfort, and wrap the soul with warmth and thoroughness.

The sun shone brightly, straight into the fragile eyes, too dazzling, the stinging and the burning sensation of the early summer filled the air, I rubbed my eyes, some hot and hot heads on the cold table. Outside the window, there are floating gold jumping on the gaps of the branches, which are indefinite, shining the branches and leaves a strange beauty, the breeze swaying, rustling and whispering. Unknowingly, the tree has grown to the top of the building, and the window of the top floor classroom can see its lush crown. Adapted to the surrounding environment, I looked around and found that there was a class called classmates who passed in the hands of the classmates.

I asked my friend for a piece, and filled out the information part of the classmates. I turned over and looked at the four printed characters and hesitated, 'Friends'. The tip of the pen touched the paper, wrote two words, 'An Hao', hesitated, added two more words, 'Zhenzhong', then looked at his masterpiece, satisfied with a smile, and his heart quietly picked up. This is enough. Because there is no need to write anything that will always be the best friend, how to always be, this world does not exist forever, even if the sea is not eternal. She got up and handed her a thin piece of paper to her. She looked down and smiled. Yes, we all understand how heavy the friendship between the two simple words.

"Even a thousand words are not a word, friend, 'Zhezhong'." We all understand.

I walked to the window and looked at the red and white walls that reflected the dazzling brilliance. The corners of the mouth slightly smacked a curve. This is the wall of the campus that carries years of time, quietly, standing in the light. The wind whispered a little and drove a bit of hotness. Time flies too fast, so fast that there is no gap in the back. I can't see the traces behind me. I can only go to the unknown future of the road. In fact, it is not too fast, because there is still such a feeling. The finger gently touched the dusty window sill. This classroom will be the place where our last national memory is carried. The teacher once sat on the platform and carefully and rigorously corrected the homework. The blackboard was written with neat chalk. A desk and a chair will all be memories.

At least, it's not too bad, we still have time, this long six-year terminal has not yet arrived.

There is still time to grate to the teacher, thank her for her teaching, and the teacher is unforgettable. There is still time to cherish the classmates, remembering the whole six years of companionship; there is still time to look at the scenery of the campus. Resentful memories. There is still time, we still have time, say goodbye.

Really reluctant to leave the alma mater, but the separation of life, after all, is to face. May you, may he, I hope these scenes, may we get some warmth from the days when we are together, warm and heart-wrenching.

'Lovely since the ancient injury, parting, even more so, cold autumn festival! Where is the wine waking up today? Yangliu shore, Xiaofeng residual moon. This is going to be a good year. There are thousands of styles, and who do you say? '

First day: Zhang Yucheng