Ended the student era
Just hope, no matter three years, five years, or ten years later. One day, we meet, we can recognize each other, you shout, have you been good? At that moment, I will burst into tears.
We are friends, friends forever.
I hope you will not forget, our happy memories;
We don't cry, we don't necessarily feel it. Not required, not necessarily not expected. no tearing does not mean no hurt. Do not speak, not necessarily no heart. Silence does not mean that you have nothing to say. Leaving does not mean that you are very smart. Happiness does not mean that you are not sad. Happiness does not mean that you have not hurt. There has always been a kind of gaze, until you are separated, you know that you are in love; there is a feeling that until the parting, you understand that it is heartache; there is a mood, until you are sleepless, you find that you are missing; there is a fate, until you wake up It is clear that it is eternal.
We are all friends, who doesn't know who?
You have to remember this sentence:
Giving up is also a choice. If you lose or lose, why bother and suffer; if you are willing to give up, you may not be reluctant. Perhaps the process of life is a process of continuous giving up and continuous gain. Giving up, not jealousy, not inferiority, or self-destruction, is a rational choice made after painstaking thoughts.
We said, "In a society full of darkness, we still have hopes; in a world full of despair, we still have to dare to dream."
Those who go to class together, skip classes, eat together, sneak out, be punished together, get together, have fun together, grieve, struggle together, and chat together are gradually blurred. Will you be more and more attached to the often-going school gates, familiar classrooms, running playgrounds. And the group of people who have been screaming?
Ten years later, we can all go back to the campus full of memories. Everyone is like a child, playing crazy for a day! We also continue to visit the campus and continue to climb the basketball hoop! Continue to fight!
The child looking up at the sky is not sad, and the 45° elevation is just a disguised gesture. The time was lightly broken and it was no longer possible to splicing completely.
I said that we are a circle, and everyone who is gone is crippled. Give up, I have no chance to look back. Those things that I thought I never remembered were forgotten in the process we never forget.
When tomorrow became today, it became yesterday, and finally became a day that is no longer important in memory. We suddenly found ourselves unknowingly pushed forward by time. This is not a static train, when interlaced with adjacent trains. It seems to be the illusion of moving forward, but our true growth.
Friends, after ten years, what will we become, who can know. At that time, we might have a home, maybe someone succeeded, maybe someone is still fighting for the ideal. At that time we were all mature. No longer young and frivolous.
No one can forget in our student days.
We are friends, friends forever.
I hope you will not forget, our happy memories;
We don't cry, we don't necessarily feel it. Not required, not necessarily not expected. no tearing does not mean no hurt. Do not speak, not necessarily no heart. Silence does not mean that you have nothing to say. Leaving does not mean that you are very smart. Happiness does not mean that you are not sad. Happiness does not mean that you have not hurt. There has always been a kind of gaze, until you are separated, you know that you are in love; there is a feeling that until the parting, you understand that it is heartache; there is a mood, until you are sleepless, you find that you are missing; there is a fate, until you wake up It is clear that it is eternal.
We are all friends, who doesn't know who?
You have to remember this sentence:
Giving up is also a choice. If you lose or lose, why bother and suffer; if you are willing to give up, you may not be reluctant. Perhaps the process of life is a process of continuous giving up and continuous gain. Giving up, not jealousy, not inferiority, or self-destruction, is a rational choice made after painstaking thoughts.
We said, "In a society full of darkness, we still have hopes; in a world full of despair, we still have to dare to dream."
Those who go to class together, skip classes, eat together, sneak out, be punished together, get together, have fun together, grieve, struggle together, and chat together are gradually blurred. Will you be more and more attached to the often-going school gates, familiar classrooms, running playgrounds. And the group of people who have been screaming?
Ten years later, we can all go back to the campus full of memories. Everyone is like a child, playing crazy for a day! We also continue to visit the campus and continue to climb the basketball hoop! Continue to fight!
The child looking up at the sky is not sad, and the 45° elevation is just a disguised gesture. The time was lightly broken and it was no longer possible to splicing completely.
I said that we are a circle, and everyone who is gone is crippled. Give up, I have no chance to look back. Those things that I thought I never remembered were forgotten in the process we never forget.
When tomorrow became today, it became yesterday, and finally became a day that is no longer important in memory. We suddenly found ourselves unknowingly pushed forward by time. This is not a static train, when interlaced with adjacent trains. It seems to be the illusion of moving forward, but our true growth.
Friends, after ten years, what will we become, who can know. At that time, we might have a home, maybe someone succeeded, maybe someone is still fighting for the ideal. At that time we were all mature. No longer young and frivolous.
No one can forget in our student days.