Those years, that class

When I look back, I don’t know what it is; I have quietly discovered that you and I are already familiar with each other; all the things are going to leave you alone. Years linger, why don't you let us take another look, even if it's just a short second, just to get familiar with your face.

I don't know how many 365 days I have experienced, but I only remember you and I have known each other for 6 years. With a smile, six years like water, no one can save that time, we have too much happiness and joy.

I am not very selfish. I haven't called you for a few days and asked you: "I have been very late." I haven't sent a text message to ask you "is there?" Maybe I will forget your faces, but I will never forget you and me for six years, those things that are sour and bitter, even if they are old.

The reality is very cruel. Every time I dreamt that we met again, everyone rubbed their shoulders and joked, but when they woke up, they found out that it was a dream. They looked at the ceiling and were in a daze!

I don't know when to see you again, that 601, the last 601 of the national hour. Those years, that class, the 601, the eternal 601, thank you. In these 6 years, you have given me a lot of happiness, but now I am growing up, but you can't play with me. The happiness of the past has become so far away, I believe it will come again, but I don’t know when and where!

The first day: the first year of the senior high school "Fujian" Literature Society