Kneel and beg for parting essays no love, no short stories to hurry up!

An old-fashioned commemorative book, already very old, very old. In front of the window of the junior high school. The sun at that time was very gentle.

In which line of the poem does the boy's heartbeat remain? Youth, an oasis in life. My first inspiration was the sparkle of the dewdrops, like a dream of little stars.

Since parting, many classmates have never met again, so they and them will always be young, including naïve eyes, hearty laughter and ......It's all unpolluted and pure. Even if time passes, the memory is still vivid. The small commemorative book is a cloud of distant mountains, which has never drifted away.

It is a reef on the shore, in the moonlight, and the tide to tell the heart. It was a stream in a deep valley, reflecting the pages of those scrolls—turning into butterfly shadows. It is an unearthed ancient bottle, where are the flowers of the year?

Interspersed with a cluster of immature fantasies, the colors are warm, like fire. How can the sun and the moon wither? When I opened the commemorative book, I saw the window of the campus again.

Can I walk back to the path of the year along the moonlight? How to collect the spring rain of the year, flow into a long river, and float thousands of miles away. Can those lost days be returned in the branches of the ancient tree?

In my dream, I am a wandering teenager, in the snowflakes, on the riverbank, looking at the lights in the distance, it is home, it is the campus. Opening the commemorative book is like opening a river, a mountain, or a certain day......Hear the original reed flute. What flows between the lines is always the ballad ...... spring

The chirping of cicadas in summer came to us with the scorching sun. drove away the drizzle of spring, and also drove away the happy time, ushering in only the tears before separation, penetrating the ...... of your heart and mine drop by drop

It seems that they both feel the sadness before separation, so they are careful to protect their mutual friendship. How I wish time had stopped on the shore; How to wish that time would not go on again; How I wish I could turn back time; Let us once again cherish the beautiful friendship, let us share this tacit silence together, and let us once again feel the laughter and laughter ...... past

The frolicking and fighting of the past are vivid, and tears can't help falling again. The friends with hippie smiling faces on weekdays are gone today, leaving only a silent ......At the moment when the tears fell, I suddenly found that we were so fragile and couldn't withstand the slightest wind and rain.

Students, let us bury each other's memories in the bottom of our hearts, and let this friendship become a microcosm of history and dreams for the future! Let these tears turn into smiles, and once again let laughter fill our lives!

Dear students, I will watch you from the same place, hoping that our friendship will not be diluted by time and distance, and may our friendship last forever.