Senior Three Class Meeting Proposal

Dear classmates:

Hello there!

Spring is coming to autumn, year after year, and Huahua is like water, more than 20, and 30 is insufficient. Since the summer of XX, it has been more than six years since then. Six years ago, with the enthusiasm for the future and the enthusiasm of youth, we gathered together to spend the youngest, the poorest and the simplest in life. The most beautiful and most memorable middle school era.

In the same year, I was in the same age, but we believe that in the past, we were classmates and students who were hard-working students. Now, we are still classmates and friends who are sincere and sincere. In the future, we are still classmates and friends who care for each other. .

We have shared the joy of youth in our alma mater, and after years of precipitation, we have successfully transitioned from the role of the students of Qingyi to the young people who work hard for life, for life and for their ideals.

In the midst of busy running, have you ever thought of the youthful, passionate years? The small campus has carried us a lot of memories, sunshine, sweat, laughter, tenderness, sincerity, kindness, friendship, unity, diligence... Hey, do you still remember that time?

Remember the backyard of the three middle schools? In the backyard of the row of small classrooms, our laughter rang through the tile roof, our sweat wet the cement floor, and our reading sound spread throughout the small courtyard. In the backyard of the dusty playground, how many boys began their football career, and the cement-plated billiard table became the only leisure for girls. In the backyard of the fish pond, how many people hold the lunch box, speechless, sun drying, throwing some rice grains, feeding the squid, a fun, but leaving a pool of green oil and stagnant water.

Are you also a member of the Chutian Metropolis Daily at the side of the teaching building every day at noon? Can you still recall the anxious look in the restaurant when you line up for dinner? Have you ever spent the night in our only dormitory where you can rest? Reading novels? Read the exercises? listen to music? Do you still remember the kapok downstairs in the dormitory? How many times we admire her in the dim light, picking up the fragments of the patch after the autumn wind sweeps. Do you still remember that we moved from the tile house to the building? The third class next to the stairs! The crowded classroom, the narrow aisle between the front and rear rows, gave us a dilemma. The desk where you put down our lunch box can't fit the wall-like books. Have you ever knocked over the pile of books as soon as you open the drawer? Have you ever been sitting by the window? The newspaper on the glass window is not torn by you, torn and affixed, the name of the windshield is blocking the sun, probably to block the teacher's fire eye Jingjing! Are you also struck by the huge TV cabinet in the corner of the classroom? Did that TV set that attracted the attention of the Iraqi war? Have you ever rushed to the water dispenser in front of the podium to make hot water immediately after the bell rings? Are there any ones that let the students have hot dry noodles and sputum? On a rare Sunday, we are swindling a school police for a school gate and trying to get away with it. Do you still remember the thrilling SARS? Let's have a good time on the campus where we can only be active. Fortunately, there is no danger. Do you still remember: On the day of graduation, we learned to score the power. When we discussed the issue, we won the red-faced redemption. When the teacher asked questions, we actively spoke. Do you vaguely remember the college entrance examination scene on the afternoon of June 6? Until the black 6.7 was greeted, our middle school era ended. Recalling a pile, a scene, how many laughs, how many stories, how many bits and pieces of past events, how many times in your dreams, short and worth remembering, real and worthy of cherish, everything is like yesterday, always In the eyes.

Yes, it’s hard to let go of classmates’ feelings. What you can’t forget is campus life. You can’t throw away the feelings of teachers and students. Whenever and wherever old students meet, the teachers who ask the most are always our teachers. The students who talk the most are always classmates. . Especially when we stepped into the society and tasted the ups and downs of life, after experiencing the ups and downs of the world, we realized that the life of the student era is like a cup of old wine, such as the same full-bodied song, long and long; The friendship is the most pure love, the edge that can't be avoided. The longer and more pure, the longer and more precious, the longer and sweeter.

Although we have been negligent in contact for various reasons, the friendship between the students will not change, the thoughts between the students will not change, and the blessings will not change. The acquaintance of the year was due to our affiliation. The other gatherings will be because we have a relationship. We really want to meet you. You often walk around: listen to the long-lost voice, look at the long-lost faces, and talk about parting thoughts. . . . Although we know that you really want to curb your inner expectations and waves, such a rare gathering will be overshadowed by your absence, and it will make us feel bad! Let me temporarily throw away the hustle and bustle of the world, get rid of the troubles around me, come together and enjoy the warmth of the old classmates - let the heart perch, forget the sorrow; talk the truth, talk about friendship; look back, think about the future Exchange feelings, encourage each other... I believe that in addition to joy and excitement, you will have more gains! Let us talk and laugh and enjoy friendship!

will you come? come on! Countless pairs of eyes, like the eager and hopeful eyes of the year, countless like the hot and young hearts of the year are waiting...

come on! Let us run and tell each other, meet in the third class!