Watery year

Looking back, the years have already arrived, the wooden flute sounded green and weeping willows, white heads, and the joys of the past are just a small wave in the sea.

When the time passed, I finally woke me up. The attachment to my alma mater spread slowly in my memory. Walking in the wind and rain corridor, holding the sunshine, stroking the rough bark of mahogany, the head seems to have deep love. The frangipani tree still exudes a faint fragrance from the first grade to the present. The petals of yellow inside the white, withered and innumerable times. From enrollment to present, from the first grade to the fifth grade, from ignorance to full of knowledge... I spent five years in the Spring and Autumn Period, and now it is time to return to my alma mater.

Parting, this word makes me feel very emotional, graduation, seemingly far away, perhaps, just in a blink of an eye, "Swallows go, there are times to come again; Yang Liu is dry, there is time to re-green; ... why our The days are gone forever?" This passage seems to best express my current mood. I am like a childish child who can't find a way home in the fog. Now, maybe in the future, when I face the middle of the country, it is not a happy, novel look, but more of a sorrow. At this time, I discovered that these ordinary times are like deep underground diamonds, not shiny but extremely precious. It is like the flowers of the years, the years are dying, the flowers are dying, but they are so beautiful, open in memory, open in the mind, open on the heart, and change their perfect bloom with ruthless time.

Sitting on a bench in the biological garden, the sky is sunny, but not warmer than usual. The wind, blowing a burst of flowers, fragrant and sorrowful. The fresh air, there is no trace of smoke, but it is so lonely to breathe, so cold. Only a sly book can awaken my empty soul. This land of harvesting friendship, harvesting knowledge, and harvesting happiness! If I can turn back the clock, I would like to repeat it all. My boat is always being caught at the end of time little by little. My weak paddles will not help anything. The only thing I can do is to use my youth, not to be buried for the passing of time.

I don't know when the ringing bell rang, I hurried back to the classroom and hurriedly waited for the next second.

Fifth grade: Yu Lin