Modern poems about classmates 5

Personally, I feel that elopement is still good.

Some people don't need to remember.

Because they never forget.

Three years of classmates know each other and help each other.

Occasionally, the rental book is also a fight.

but they will wait all their lives.

I'm obsessed. Some feelings are always hard to give up.

Because I see it as wealth.

Three years of classmates, innocent and ignorant.

Occasionally, I play a prank a few times.

I'm greedy. Fellow classmates.

It is a densely wound ivy.

Your overflow ——

Take away my blessed Japanese wind.

Classmates' affection. It is a carnation that never withers.

Your chlorosis -

Send me the nectar I care about.

The disadvantages of Hongyuan know the dancing spoon and keep the period.

Beginning with purity and returning to sincerity.

Ignite does not distinguish between high and low by power.

Not because of the amount of money.

Separation is dependent on the gathering.

The gathering was warm because of the separation.

Running for the future, holding hands, encouraging each other, and making another leap in life.

Reminiscing about the past, the cheeks are crimson, the emotions are surging, the soul is haunted and dreamy.

Like silver moonlight, like a jade pot of ice heart.

The farewell of graduation purified the true feelings of classmates.

Let's see.

It is so pure and true.

Classmates. Like a kite dancing in the sky, like a broken thread, the difference between graduation has confused the deep affection of classmates.

Let's see.

It's so inseparable.

Classmates. Concerned about our true feelings.

Let the seeds of parting sprout and grow in the years of our lives.

Let the heartache of longing take root.

As the years passed, the closer and closer ...... were attached

Concern, the straight silk thread, tied the hearts of the whole class, engraved on the vicissitudes of life.

can't stop the smile of reunion after a long absence.

I can't see the size of the official position, and I can't distinguish between the elder and the young.

It's still the stubborn temper of that time.

No matter whether the world is warm or cold, no matter how hot or cold the world is, no matter what the officialdom is, no matter the ups and downs of the business sea, no matter the ups and downs, no matter the joys and sorrows.

Just call them by their first names.

Strong classmate feeling.

It feels so grounded.

Pure classmateism.

The bridge leak judgment makes people feel so fresh.

The classmates are inspiring.

Like mountains and flowing water, let bosom friends have no regrets, like an eagle hitting the sky, let Top Gun soar above the clouds.

A lifetime of classmates, three sisters.

In the face of adversity, we sing "where there is a will, there is a way".

Never give up; In good times, we whispered "Sorrow is used to rejuvenate the country, and leisure is to die".

Pampered and not surprised. Friendship is the wealth of life.

Classmates are the most precious feelings in life.

** will fade, letters will be yellowed, only classmates are like fine wine, the longer the fragrance, the longer the mellow.

The mood is like a wisp. Many feelings choked in the throat.

Typing hands. Trembling slightly.

In early spring, the climate fluctuates from cold to hot.

Cold keyboard.

But there is a warm current.

The yellowed one'**Above.

A name that was once familiar and unfamiliar.

Begin to come alive gradually.

The memory of growing taller flooded my mind.

In a low school building.

The teachings of the teachers still seem to reverberate in the classroom.

Under the tall plane trees.

The figures of the alumni are still flashing in the sparkling light.

We in high school.

Bloom of youth. Too many ideals and aspirations.

Let us be young.

Bookish atmosphere. Dancing and flying.

It's been a long three years.

A short three years.

It becomes a contradiction in this moment.

Look up at the sky. Only then did I understand that the white horse passed through the gap.

It is youth that is gone.

What is left is regret.

The moonlight is shining outside the window.

In an instant. The classmates have been separated for more than 20 years.

Drops of text are sprinkled.

But I'm not here to show off my writing.

There are a few memories in this text.

It's a little sad.

There is also a little nostalgia.

The Buddha said. Five hundred times of looking back at the previous life.

in exchange for a passing in this life.

Grow tall for three years. It was a thousand beggings in previous lives.

It is a fate to cherish in this life.

Groaning softly. Smile for a winter.

Don't be sad to search for oranges.

Spring goes and spring returns.

Thankfully, it's on the Internet.

We renewed our friendship.

Spend the rest of your life together. He should smile when they meet every day.

If you are well. I'm safe, too.