Write an essay on the topic of my tablemates, and the reward is high

One day my tablemate had a fever and slept on the table for a day.

Just ask. Who has not left a good memory on campus, who has not left a sincere friendship with classmates, and who has not left an innocent laugh with the same table when it is like water.

Will you remember tomorrow, the diary you wrote yesterday, whether you will remember tomorrow, you who used to cry the most, the teachers can't remember, you who can't guess the problem, I also occasionally turn up the photo, only to think of you at the same table" The song "You at the Same Table" blew all over the campus full of youth, blowing my youthful heart, and also singing my memories at that time.

When I first entered this class, the teacher shared me with him at the same table, we didn't know each other at that time, standing with him, her short size was only up to my shoulders, her well-behaved little hands seemed to be afraid of the cold outside, always curled up in her sleeves, her big eyes always flashed with a confused light, there was no lack of innocence, she was always silent, his first impression on me: innocent, cute, silent. To be honest, he is indeed very beautiful, but God is not beautiful, and the life at the same table with him lasted for more than two months.

After another monthly exam, I was left behind, probably because of "altitude" and academic performance, while he went to the front line to fight against chalk ash. But getting along with him at the same table gave me an ardent expectation when I went to school in the morning, so that I would not be confused by the troubles of life, and I would no longer be bored by some event. When I was in my youth, I even had a certain affection for her, but now it has been transformed into 'the friendship of classmates, the sincere friendship of friends, and the nostalgia for the "same table", so we spent a year of trivial life with a little ignorance, a little naivety and a little misunderstanding.

Another year passed. I was fortunate to be in the same class as her, but I was not fortunate not to be at the same table with him. He was still short and knew my shoulders, but his big eyes gleamed with bewilderment, and his innocent face became more silent, a little more melancholy, but a little more mature.

But his indifference seemed to be rejecting people and thousands of miles away, as if no one could enter her sensitive and intelligent inner world. Let me"Out of reach"I haven't enlightened her once, but maybe I'm not the one who can change him, but his face is still 'silent, lonely, indifferent' Seeing his face full of sorrow and confusion, how much I hope he can change, how much I hope she can become happy, how much I hope he can no longer feel lonely, how much I hope he can return to my "first impression" of him

Campus life, my youth is a wonderful memory left in my memory.

You at the same table"I'm staying in the prime of my life'Heart'The best memories that cannot be erased.

Let's quote the lyrics of "You at the Table" at the beginning.