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Goodbye, my love.

When I closed the journal, I knew it was all over, and she crept over my mind, but then scattered with ......the wind

Looking back on the bits and pieces of the past three months, maybe I have really experienced too much, only to find that there are too many extraordinary in ordinary life, and the bits and pieces of life need to be savored carefully to chew out the sweetness of life, but unfortunately when I understand this truth, the flow of time has turned to other directions, and I can no longer ......Remembering the ...... of the past

I'm very happy, and I'm glad that these three months feel like three centuries have passed, and I've learned a lot, which time can't give me, vicissitudes of life. Maybe when I look back, I realize that I didn't miss it, and I don't regret it. Some people say I'm stupid, I admit it, think about it, I am indeed a little cute, diligent like a swallow building a nest, trying to crochet the future happily and contentmently, but fragile can not withstand the wind and rain, and will scatter ...... as soon as I rushLet's ......Let's go, with my memories, let's go with the wind......

I'm disappointed, I'm sad, I hate, I hate myself for always passing by, until I lose it, I regret having no part ......Did I miss it, or did I never know how to cherish it?Is there a reward for what you give?Silently, silently, how many people know about their various efforts?

I don't understand, I don't understand, where is true love?I always give up to know courage, always parting to know to cherish, my heart, with my love, with the wind, let it ......

I look forward to it, I yearn for it, maybe it will be over and there will be a beginning, maybe Nirvana will be reborn. I look forward to, I look forward to this sadness is the beginning of sweetness, I yearn for, I yearn for a youthful and uninhibited life. Young blood burns in my heart, I know that an end is not the end of life, I want to go on, go on, go on, until the sea is dry, until the sky is old, to find, to find the life I want.

My future, with my youth, will be scattered with the wind......

When I put the journal down, I knew, and it was all quietly beginning, and she was moving farther and farther away from me until her back was blurred ......

In the dim classroom, the computer glowed with white light, and in the silence, hazy became the only main tone, the hazy classroom, the hazy cheeks, the hazy smile, everything was dyed with a vague disguise, like the youth we tried to hide. The red embellishes the passing years, but it can't embellish the broken youth. This is how we watch it go away over and over again, let the birds fly over the top of our heads year after year, let the panicked season change color year after year, we stand on the top of the world, stand on the roof of the building that is about to collapse, stand in the loving eyes of our parents, stand in the right and wrong that we can't confirm right and wrong, and watch it leave calmly, even holding on is superfluous.

The years did not escape, it's just that we forgot to lock it.

Fifteen years of time fell to the ground, like a phoenix flower in October, instantly gloomy, and mourning was everywhere.

Fifteen years, looking back, the lines of the years are still clear, but we can no longer find the way back, once a step away from the present seems to be falling into the glacial sky, fleeting.

It turns out that we have grown up a long time ago, and we no longer have any qualifications to sigh and sigh at the sky, and we no longer have any reason to squander the years that are about to become the past. We used to think that we are the generation at the end of the 80s, we have a reason to stand at the corner of the times and be high-spirited, we have the right to look at the winter sun and burst into tears, because we are emotional, because we have no pursuers.

Looking at the palms of the palms that are getting more and more chaotic, looking at the eyes that are getting deeper and deeper with melancholy, and looking at the books with thinner and thinner pages, in fact, we, who were once proud and don't know the thickness of the sky, have grown up, and have already walked through the road that we thought we were still moving forward, and we are still living in the swaddling clothes that we have woven for ourselves, and all the black is gilded with gold.

Zhang Ailing is very right "because we understand, so compassion", I like this sentence very much, we are only compassionate to what we like, because we like ourselves, so we are more compassionate to ourselves.

Finally, one day we woke up, saw it, understood, and naturally began to plan our lives, we pondered repeatedly, undecided, and the cowardice of the post-80s generation was all shown here, is it sad or persistent?

We have lofty ideals and grand ambitions, and we will persistently pursue our goals, and since then, the road has turned, the swaddling clothes have been discarded, and the gold has disappeared, and we have walked out of the Garden of Eden and brought ourselves out of such a fiery era

The swallows went, there was a time to come again, the willows withered, there was a time to green again, the peach blossoms were gone, and there was a time to bloom again, but our elementary school days were gone forever. I'm about to start junior high school, and after I leave, everything here is no longer relevant to me. Goodbye, alma mater!

Goodbye, childhood!

Goodbye, our "battlefield".

I'm about to leave this place where I've been "fighting" for years. I still remember that day, I was in art class, because I was not interested in art class, I was distracted, and I was named by the teacher to stand up, and I was really not angry. I took out my utility knife and carved my footprints on the table:

There is a distance between dreams and reality, and you are my dream. After doing the bad things, the "battle" ended contentedly.

Goodbye, my "comrades-in-arms".

We go to class together, get out of class together, play together, pass notes together during class, cheat on exams together, and ...... togetherGoodbye, I will not forget our friendship that is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea. If we have a chance, let's continue to be together in junior high school, high school, and college, and we can ride the wind and waves together!

Goodbye, "Commander".

Goodbye, "Commander" My teacher, I will not forget your teachings, I will always keep them in my heart. I still remember one time when we didn't raise our hands to answer questions in class, and the discipline was very poor, you spent two full classes teaching us to be polite and disciplined. Goodbye, teacher, I will come to see you often.

Goodbye, "battlefield", goodbye, "comrade-in-arms", goodbye, "commander", goodbye, my childhood!

When I first stepped into the threshold of primary school, I was just a childish child, but now I am a vigorous teenager, thinking about separating from my classmates, teachers and alma mater who have been with me for five years, I feel very sad, and the past flies from the depths of memory like a swan spreading its wings.

I remember the Winter Forging Festival in the fourth grade, everyone was enthusiastic about the production and competition. I was physically fit and fast, so my teacher put me in a 1000-meter race.

The race started and all 18 runners rushed out of the starting line, starting with me running in 9th. On laps 1 to 2, I overtook three runners and finished sixth. On lap 3, everyone's pace slowed down, and I thought:

The 3rd, 4th, and 5th places were all slower than me, so I should have overtaken them in the 3rd lap, and then in the first half of the 4th lap, I was close to the 1st and 2nd place, and I passed the 1st and 2nd places at the end. I passed 3rd, 4th, 5th in the first half of lap 4.

In the last 50 meters, I started the sprint, but when I was about to overtake the second place, my stamina began to decline, and my pace suddenly slowed down, and I did not succeed in overtaking the second place. I was about to finish at the finish line, but I suddenly remembered the famous saying that "success often belongs to those who don't give up", so I sprinted with all my might, but my ability was still limited, and I was still in third place, but I was still happy.

Graduated! Graduated! We've really graduated! With sadness and joy, we left the elementary school where we had lived for six years.

Happy because we have grown up and are about to enter the gate of secondary school; And sad because I was about to say goodbye to my classmates who played with me all day, and waved goodbye to teachers who cared about me. Looking back at the small school that recorded our childhood, I felt a sense of reluctance in my heart. Six years have passed in a hurry, I don't know how many stars I have reveled in the embrace of my alma mater, and at this time, how can a wave of my hand erase this endless attachment?

The big banyan tree next to the playground watched us go from innocence to knowledge, and watched us grow up in the campus. When I left the school, I looked at the old banyan tree, and remembered that scene: when the weather was hot, every time after physical education class, we all ran to the shade of the banyan tree to enjoy the shade, and the lush branches and leaves of the banyan tree selflessly embraced us and drove away the heat for us.

When I didn't leave the school, I felt that the school was not good, although it was also a building, and I always felt that my school was inferior. Today, the moment I left my alma mater, I suddenly felt that my alma mater had become bigger and enveloped me in it, and that feeling was like leaving my home to go to a foreign land, and suddenly, I felt the warmth of home. Two lines of hot tears rolled down, not only me, but even those usually strong boys, their eyes were red.

However, there is no banquet in the world, so we had to wipe away our tears, wave our hands, go backwards, and walk towards the school gate, and when we arrived at the school gate, we involuntarily stopped, looked around, and the alma mater seemed to say: "Go, children, the outside world is wider, go and show yourself!" "We finally walked out of the school gate with heavy steps......

Dear alma mater, no matter how beautiful the school is in the future, deep down in my heart, I will always remember you!

Goodbye, dear alma mater.

In the cradle of my alma mater, I spent the sweetest five years, with joys and sorrows, laughter and tears. When I first entered the school, I was just a naughty boy full of childishness and curiosity. When I was about to walk out of the school gate and say goodbye to your alma mater, I was already a vigorous teenager! The most memorable thing for me was that incident......

I remember that in the fifth grade sports day, I participated in the 400-meter run. I only heard the sound of a starting gun "bang-", the game began, and the people in my group rushed out, of course, I was the same, and finally ranked fourth in that group, I was not reconciled, and I accelerated a little, a person who had been running next to Fan Yier at the beginning, was thrown down by Fan Yier, I chased after me, and finally overtook and threw that person away for a while. Although I was panting, I still gritted my teeth and tried my best to catch up, trying to overtake Fan Yier.

At this moment, I ran past the other students in our class who were watching the game, and I heard that they were already shouting: "May 1st class, come on!" "I can't help but speed up, but this state still hasn't changed, Fan Yier is still in second, I am still third, although only a few steps away from Fan Yier, but I only have the strength to run the whole distance, and I have no strength to surpass Fan Yier, so I have to maintain the third place in that group.

There was only half a lap left, and the cheerleaders' shouts and cheers were getting louder and louder, overshadowing one after another. In the final sprint, I picked up my pace a bit, and when I crossed the line, I was still the third in the group to cross the finish line. At the end of the award, I missed the medal, but I didn't cry because even if I didn't win the medal, the 400-meter track, the 400-meter race, and the 400-meter competition trained my stamina.

When I looked back at the red runway again, the scene was unfolding in front of my eyes, the red face, the arm swinging movement, and the moment of sprinting will become my unforgettable memory.

Goodbye, alma mater! Five years, what a long and short time, you are like a gentle mother, feeding us young with sweet milk, allowing us to thrive in your arms.

I am about to graduate and say goodbye to my dear alma mater. At this time, what came to my heart was a deep affection. I can't give up 11,000 in my heart. But we still walked away silently.

In the morning, I walked alone around my alma mater, taking in every corner of the place.

The grass and trees here shook their heads at me in the breeze, as if saying goodbye to my friend who had been with me for almost six years. The flowers here are still so delicate, the grass is still so green, and the fragrance of flowers is rushing towards you. The willow branches naturally drooped to the ground.

I was intoxicated and reminded me: in the spring breeze, we frolicked and played here.

Step into a classroom where we have spent six years together. When you enter the door, your eyes shoot directly into the blackboard at the back of the classroom. Colorful pictures and beautiful lines of text. Over the years, I have not copied less, and for this fruitful result, my face has a smile of satisfaction!

The desks and chairs in the classroom are still neatly arranged. But it seems that they are all so old, and the creases on them that we have carved with knives are so deep. I couldn't help but walk to my previous seat, sit down, and look at the blackboard with a look of joy on my face, as if I was listening carefully to the teacher's lecture, and I was very attentive.

It took me a long time to wake up from my fantasy. Slowly stood up, took heavy steps, and walked out of this spacious and bright classroom.

The sound of my footsteps echoed across the campus.

Walking to the playground, there are a few willows that we planted with our own hands. After our hard work, it grows luxuriantly. This is the hope we have sown, and may it thrive.

Think about yourself, think about these trees, aren't they similar? We are a new generation that crosses the century, and we must learn more useful knowledge, study the motherland in depth, and become useful talents for the motherland. What's more, how can you see a rainbow without wind and rain?

Suddenly, my confidence doubled, my chest straightened, I felt that the sky was higher and bluer, the clouds were whiter, the sun was shining golden, the flowers were more colorful, the trees were greener, and everything was more beautiful.

I looked at the five-star red flag flying high on the campus and said affectionately: Thank you, alma mater! Bye!

At the moment I feel refreshed, so relaxed, and at the same time I know what to do in the future. Thinking of this, I took a light step.

Son, gone.