Paying homage to the high school that has passed away

Paying homage to the high school that has passed away

Lying in bed, closing your eyes and reminiscing, turning over the old books of the years, the past is like smoke, and spread away.

Simple "three points and one line", simple high school life, although somewhat boring, but now I feel very fulfilled. Every morning at 6 o'clock, the pace is always on the flyover, and there is a danger of being late for a little slower; every day at noon, there is always a way to go out of school, for the wait of Xiaopeng, for the home of Heilongjiang. Those chickens; every night, there is always an endless Talk, no days of rudeness, sometimes caught by the Three Gorges, but we will never be tired. There are always some people in the class during the day, holding books to dream, and when the class is alive and kicking; there are always some people in the daytime, carrying the teacher secretly to play, holding bread, rushing into the classroom to study, there are always some during the day. Girls, when they are in class, they always yell at the door. It really feels disturbing, but now they can’t hear it anymore. I also want to see the passion of Fang teacher during class; I also want to see Xiao Xiao’s sneer; I also want to listen to Li Hongxiang’s class; I also want to answer questions in Teacher Dai Jianping’s class; I also want to see if Bao Zhengyu’s teacher is angry. Look like. There are so many things worth remembering. Now I can't remember it. Maybe it's hidden in a corner of my heart, no need to break it, leave a blur, and enjoy it!

The years are always so hurried, so quick that people feel a little sad. Looking back at their own footprints, I found that I have gone far and far. Inadvertently, I have been forgotten in the corners of no one, playing alone, and enjoying myself. I don't know if there is a chicken leg in the small dining hall. I don't know if there is a "grass sole" in the store. I don't know if anyone is trying to mix it out. I don't know if anyone is waiting for the badge on the bridge. I don't know if I will mix it out. Whether the brothers are okay, do not know whether Lulu has grown tall or not; I don’t know if Auntie will still be teased; I don’t know if Z-煜 will still be angry; I don’t know if the old dog’s muscles are so developed; Still so stupid; I don't know if Lei Ba basketball is improving; I don't know if Lu Yulong is getting handsome; I don't know if Lu is still so loaded; I don't know if Yuan Xiangmei is still so big, I don't know if Wu Xiafei is still so embarrassed; I don't know Whether Liu Jiaqi will be considered a girl’s name; I don’t know if those girls are still working hard; I don’t know if the lower brothers find a girlfriend. Suddenly I found out that I didn’t know anything. The inexplicable lonely loneliness became more and more like a jar of wine. I was surrounded by wine for a hundred years, and I couldn’t go away. I shrugged and laughed, and my heart began to entangle.

Time, taking away all the original appearance, but I can not let go of it, in this lonely night, so insomnia. There is a lyric: I can't help but drop my tears. Perhaps the two drops of the memorial will have tears in the past, but now I can't even shed my tears, and I can't lie in the bed like a fetus, and I can't move without death, just want to go back.

At that time, we always had a good mood in the same classroom, talking and laughing, and now we have run through the glass fragments of the college entrance examination, a flesh and blood, after the north, the north.