Don't cry on graduation day

On one day, when you push the classroom door open, you will no longer see the laughing friends, the brothers and sisters who chat or sleep or play mobile phones, the teachers you like or hate... when you don’t see these, but one When there is an empty, lifeless classroom full of dust and dust, I want to say: What is your feelings in your heart? The table is still in place, the teacher's classmate's handwriting on the blackboard, and the big countdown that is already zero; the curtains are still familiar colors, but those figures that will never be forgotten in the memories have disappeared. There will be no more alarm clocks to urge you to get up. I will never step on the class with a lot of breakfast and sleepy hours in the morning class. It is no longer obvious that I am reading a novel but using a very thick book to block the teacher’s sight and pretend to study. No longer have to worry about being discovered by the teacher when playing mobile phones. No longer want to listen to the song, afraid to be taken away by the teacher and pretend to sleep, no longer expect a power outage or what reason and then school holiday. It’s no longer a matter of time to calculate how long it will take. I will never be arrogant in giving the teacher a nickname. Never worry about it once you get to the exam. I will never expect to have more physical education classes. I won’t be sneak up again. No longer worried about hair failure, forced to go to the barber shop to repair. No one will call any nickname that they are familiar or hateful. No one will deliberately run behind your back to hit your ass. No one will ever take your stool off the moment you sit on the stool and want to see you fall out of the squat and laugh with your classmates. No one will take you to WC anymore. No one will help you look at the wind while you play the phone, but it will scare you from time to time. No one will ever play with you in the backgammon to play chess and play with cats and mice. No one will ever be embarrassed about you. No one will lie to you again that the teacher told you to go to the office. No one will ever have a poorer score with you. There will be no more people who will help you run errands when you are in class, and you will not be charged for running errands. No one will ever chat with you to talk about one or two classes, and the last one is for sleeping. No one will invite you to go out to play again on Sunday. No one will talk to you about the handsome guys in the class. No longer have to try every means to take time off, because we have no more classes. June, parting. Some people, forever, will never see each other again, and they will never say goodbye. Say goodbye to strange students who have not said a word in three years but still remember clearly. Say goodbye to those old friends who have clearly hurt each other but are not willing to bow. Say goodbye to the love of those who liked but eventually separated. Say goodbye to those who have never touched but are inexplicably disgusted. Those preferences, those who hate, those who care, those who have forgotten, those who, those things. From then on, the world. Perhaps, one day, we took out the graduation photos, looked at the students’ appearances, recalled the previous ones, and found that the unrequited love that was once attached was too naive. Someone who once hated even hated did not offend himself. I regret how many friends who have missed the so-called face refused to bow. The nickname that once was so annoying is so sweet and lovely. The teacher who used to be so annoying is actually good for us. Everything will be relieved because of time, because of the distance. Maybe there will be one day, we will meet again. Perhaps the teacher at that time was no longer young, and there was already a white hair that could not be covered. Perhaps we have had a family at that time, and we all have a job that is either wishful or unsatisfactory, and we are all rushing for a living. Maybe we can't remember each other's appearance. However, please believe that no matter how many or not, it will not hinder the surprise of our reunion, and we will not be able to give up our true friendship. In June, say goodbye. Farewell. Cherish the eyes, every friend, is a complex that can not be abandoned in a lifetime. Every inch of school soil is a harbor that is hard to return to in life. If the time stops in June this year, the song is finally broken, what else can you catch? ? ! Remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten, change can change, accept can not be changed. In the face of the future, first prepare for this kind of thinking: live a good life, only one life! Remember from now on: You are no longer a child. Everything must begin to learn to face it, not to escape, not to complain! Give yourself a great future and goals. Remember to look up at the sky often, and look at your feet when you look up at the sky! Do you think of yourself, or someone? Different schools have the same thing, just like those happy, happiness is the same, just happy things are different, you are about to graduate, and we have graduated, let us remember to keep those times forever!

The first day: Jinyun