A moving essay brought by a graduation photo 600 words

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The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened. Lovesick to see each other knows what month, at this time this night is embarrassing. "Time, like pouring into a pool of death, slowly evaporates. Time flies, and that year, we graduated.

Time is like a sharp knife, but youth needs the lead of time to hone. In those green years, we have walked together, memories, like a flood of floodgates, rushing in, and the responses are in our minds, as if we have returned to the past.

I can't forget the seriousness of the class; I can't forget, the noise between classes; I can't forget, the tenacious struggle on the sports field; I can't forget that the office is "in the same boat through thick and thin".Who said that "it is difficult to say goodbye when you meet", I thought that it was easy to meet and it was easier to part. Under the weight of the high school entrance examination, I was so looking forward to graduation, and now, that expectation has slowly turned into cherishing and cherishing ......

That summer, we waved goodbye, and the cuckoo cried blood, and our eyes were red from crying. On the graduation photo, I left a yellowed thought, and the love of classmates for several years, at the moment when the shutter was pressed, turned into a wisp of summer breeze, although it was cool and warm, warming everyone's heart. The ** of graduation, which is full of Huai talk about sorrow and sorrow, is too late to send the blessing, printed on the negative that said goodbye to the end of the summer of 15, silent, and will never change ......

Flowers bloom and fall, this cramped path, how many marks have been carved on us, and how many stories have been left behind for us. More than a thousand days together, like beating notes, played the most beautiful music of life. And at this moment, in the memory of my youth, people go to the empty building, leaving only my desolate back, swaying in the wind.

Dye the fire maple forest, Qiong pot song moon, long song leaning on the building. Year after year, before the flower and under the moon, a fragrant wine. The water falls on the red lotus, and only the jade chime is heard, but this situation is still the same.

Flowers and flowers are flying, remembering the time rushed, that year - we walked together.

The fate gathers and scatters the fate like water, carrying thousands of dust, just for the sentence - looking forward to the next meeting.

This is mine, my second graduation photo.

When I came home from school, I was excited to talk to my mother, holding a graduation photo in my hand, pointing at it, and telling one story after another about them. My fingertips crossed the faces of the first edges and corners, each of which I knew well, and my mind was full of their vivid figures—they had accompanied me through the turn of six years. I don't know who brought more than 30 of us together and had the fate to know each other, maybe this is the so-called "providence".

Six years, we have lived on this campus for six years, we have tasted sweet, we have tried bitter; We have experienced the sun and snow here; We have seen the splendor of the rainbow and the pouring ...... of heavy rainGudang has carried too many footprints of our growth, every corner has our busy figure, every inch of land has our messy footprints, and every classroom has our immature voice.

Now, with just over a month to go before graduation, the six-year journey is coming to an end. Every day, you will receive a beautiful but pale classmate, a piece of paper, asking you to write down your name, hobbies, address, ......Write down your joking but solemn words. The daily topic of conversation has also become "Which middle school did you attend?"

Did you get into the private lottery? ”…Everything made me feel helpless, and after six years, we were going our separate ways. I don't know why, I took out the graduation photos of kindergarten, looked at them one by one, and I didn't know any of them, and even my former self felt extremely strange.

Thinking about it, I trembled all over my body - when my hair turned gray, I was afraid that I would tremble and caress the graduation photos of elementary school and try to recall them, but I couldn't remember the voices and smiles of my classmates! Two graduation photos were placed in front of me, and I couldn't help but sigh: it turns out that there are so many people who have gone through a beautiful childhood with me.

But I didn't cherish those friends well, and I didn't say goodbye to a new world. Only this time, I won't go to junior high school without saying a word, I want to say a good word to you "bad friends":

Classmates bend early and cherish.