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Watch the flowers bloom in the spring and the birds fly in the rainy season. Look at the smiling faces blooming in childhood, and listen to the songs rippling in the sky. — Inscription.

That summer. The laughter and vows of the past are forever frozen in a certain moment.

Now, do we remember those happy smiling faces that used to be?

Do you remember the figure of us playing together in the shade?

Do you remember the tears of emotion that flowed after the?

Do you still remember everyone's vigorous figure at the sports meeting?

Remember the paper airplanes flying out of the school building?

Do you remember ......

Maybe in the future, when we return to campus and walk in the corridor where we used to fight together, everyone will be sentimental, and the time will never return to ......

Time will wear away too many memories, but the graduation photo will leave everyone's everlasting smiling face, the sun shines on everyone's body and face, and feels warm, beautiful and happy ......

Perhaps everyone who has experienced parting will never forget that on graduation day, sisters hugged each other, brothers cheered each other on, everyone sang and blessed happily together, and classmates wiped tears from each other, but they never wiped their ......

Graduation may symbolize the end of a memory, but it also symbolizes the beginning of a new journey and a better future to come.

But there are all people who reminisce, because the years have honed a mature friendship, which makes people nostalgic, satisfying, and makes people can't help but feel the happy ...... of memories

Because, I don't care about the destination, I only care about the scenery ...... along the way

Parting is not terrible, but I am afraid that I will not cherish it, and I am afraid that I will regret ......

Cherish the minutes and seconds of getting along, cherish the days when we can go to school and leave school together, and cherish the opportunity to walk together in all corners of the campus every day, because in the future, there will be no past.

After graduation, who will play around so naturally and joke naturally?

Because, everyone has more thoughts and melancholy. Although the hands held have been separated, you will always live in my heart with your childhood. The hourglass remembers the time we forgot ......

There is always some mark of youth, either warmth or happiness. When it happens, it is unforgettable, vivid, and then fades away, but we don't care. I thought I could just go on and on until I experienced some personnel changes.

The friends who once thought they would be together forever have been scattered. Those things have also been frozen in one place, and then awakened by a clue in a certain place, only to find that their bodies are so cold. Happiness at your fingertips.

All along, we have been put in all the language of the god number "happiness". And in our feelings, although happiness is so close, but we can't get closer, try to touch it with our hands, but it is like air to avoid us, it turns out that we are just a group of children on the edge of happiness. Sadness at the tip of the nose.

I always thought that I was happy; I always thought that I was happy; I always think that everything is beautiful; I always thought.... …But when we really fell into the swamp of sorrow, our blind friends couldn't extricate themselves, and they didn't even struggle at all, and let their bodies fall. It turned out that we were just a group of lonely children. Met.

The weather is like a mood, dull and irritable, depressed and breathless. The gray sky is the main style of reality, and a few dead leaves on the dead trees at the place of transportation are also swaying with the wind, slowly falling to the ground, ending their lives, and the diffuse atmosphere exudes a faint desolation. In fact, sadness still occupies most of the mind, and sitting in the seat becomes a log, stupid.

The rain came as promised, the thin rain, gently scattered, shuttling through the rain, slowly swaying on the side of the road, the crowd of people in twos and threes interspersed with them, and the high splash of the speeding cars only left a moment of beauty in the air, and then fell down heavily, and the glass was broken. Looking at the vanishing car, sighing, "It's hard to walk, my road is even harder" slowly swayed in the rain.... …

Think about ......Happiness at the fingertips, sadness at the tip of the nose. Some people say that life is a net, it brings you happiness and gives you sorrow. The happiness of the fingertips cannot be grasped, and the sadness of the tip of the nose cannot be seen.

In fact, everyone has different roles, different lives, and different understandings of happiness and sorrow. Our sorrow is buried in the bottom of our hearts, we don't want to tell it, we have too many secrets, we can only bury it, sing about our sorrows, show a smile, like to watch others sad, and then say to them, Don't be sad, be happy, like me. We are always hesitating, and there are many regrets in the wanderings of the years.

I can't forget it, it's painful; Forgetting, more painful; And forgetting and not forgetting will force you to accept, force you to turn back frequently, but you have to move forward suddenly. Shouhuai's mistake is a temporary regret, and missing it is an eternal regret. The secrets of the bottom of the heart are slowly reminisced by a person, the taste of happiness and the taste of sorrow, alternating with each other, there is pain, there is happiness, and the secrets that cannot be said are hidden in the heart.

I also feel the sadness of the tip of my nose when I pursue the happiness of my fingertips, I like this feeling, I can't come back if I miss it, I don't want to miss it again, but it backfires. The secular cangsang, singing sorrow.

Fingertip happiness, bless you It turns out that I am still in a lonely corner, listen, lonely singing.... …

Let's go to a happy tomorrow with our friends.

The angels are only leaving temporarily.

Gripping the coffee in his hand, the heat rises from his hand, exuding a refreshing aroma. The wind blew outside the window, and I couldn't help but shudder, and the coffee in my hand spilled on my letter to you, leaving a brown mark. I nervously crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it in the corner.

The coffee in my hand was still smoking, mixed with the steam I exhaled, and in the hazy white mist, my thoughts fluttered in time and space, hoping to be by your side.

I know that what is lost is irretrievable, and Helen Keller once said: when you lose something or something, you will regret it even more when you didn't cherish it in the first place. It's true that the days of elementary school are gone, and that means the days I spent with you are gone.

You are a lovely girl with a pair of black pearl-like eyes and a lively personality. I still remember that every holiday, especially Christmas, you always actively prepared for the theme class meeting, bought prizes, decorated the classroom, wrote the host script, and was elected as the president of the Literature and Art Department of the Student Department with enthusiasm. On the sports field, you can always see your active back; In the school's art dressing up festival, you can always leave your graceful dancing.

In short, in the eyes of every teacher, you are a sunny girl, full of vitality.

When it comes to my friendship with you, I can't say how I feel in my heart, but what I can feel is nothing - happiness and sweetness. No matter how many bitter tears there are in this happiness and sweetness, no matter how many friendship setbacks there are, as long as I think of your smile, I will grin happily. Remember that you are very fond of coffee, and of course cappuccino, you like the aroma of coffee beans, which is very mellow.

That day, you came to my house, and when I asked you what you wanted to drink, you said: coffee. I tilted my head:

me too。We all laughed. You say:

Our life is like a cup of coffee, taste it first, it has an astringent bitterness, which can't help but make you frown, but when you taste it again, you will find the sweetness in it, so that you can open your heart and feel the beauty and sweetness. Indeed, when we taste the bitterness of life, sweetness will follow. That's how you savor life, and with you, you never get bored.

Finally you write: "A friend is a single soul dwelling in two bodies." "I hope we always do.

I don't know if you still miss me, if I do, I will leave without regrets. I'm too busy studying, I really don't have time to call you, and besides, you've moved. I have to ask your teacher for your address and write to you.

But as soon as I lifted the pen, tears began to fall. I ran for a coffee stand-in before I could stop sobbing. But when I picked up the pen again, I didn't know what to write, looking at the waste paper piled up in the corner, the missing head would be a piece of love, a love that could never be remembered.

Friend, you still have the number, Ai Haizai, but the angel is leaving temporarily.

Leave the diary for a while?

Between the disturbing codes, I parted with my servant Li Bi point by point, classmates, gathered and dispersed, how difficult is it to get together, and how easy is it to leave?

Every day we repeat this, together, parting. There are temporary partings, and there are long ones. Parting.

Temporarily separated, sometimes reluctant to see each other again. When you leave for a long time, you know how to cherish and look back on the past. But he can't turn back his old ways, leaving regrets.

Everyone. It's all like this, I always don't know how to cherish when I get it, and I don't understand it until I lose it, but I can only miss it in my memory.

Parting makes people sad, disappointing, and evocative, but it teaches people to know how to cherish, cherish every reunion, even if it is another bad parting, but they can remember the reunion.