Watching the senior students bid farewell with tears and take photos as a souvenir. I feel quite uncomfortable in my heart, because on this day next year, we will also bid farewell with tears like them. I dont know who will be the saddest, who will cry the most, who will sing farewell hymns to me that day. But I know, I will definitely cry a lot, after all, we fought together in the most beautiful years of life for three years.
I once saw a friends message on QQ: "When we graduate, lets have a hug for both men and women, okay?"?
I didnt graduate, but I cried inexplicably. Perhaps its because it touched the chord of my heart!
Next year, our group of children will go their separate ways. Yes, it will be next year, just next year
At this moment, I remembered my past memories again: in seventh grade, we had a group fight and were praised by our teachers and principals as the "worst class in history". Even the homeroom teacher had no way to deal with us. In eighth grade, we sang in physical education class and played basketball in art class, and the homeroom teacher cried countless times for it. Although we were mischievous, we were still in high spirits. The top student in school was always in our class. No matter which time, the average score was always much higher than other classes. Are we strange? No, like ordinary people, we just secretly worked hard in places that others couldnt see
At present, I think I am a sentimental person. Next year is our graduation season, what are we afraid of? There is still one year left, haha, school is starting, continue to enjoy the next 365 days of happy time!