I would like to write an article commemorating remembering my high school dormitory

Time flies, like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, it is time to part. Looking back on the past, the joyful or sad or sad past, such as the maple leaf sandwiched in the book, although it has long been withered and yellow, but the color is getting deeper and deeper.

Remember? When the first rays of morning light shined through the dormitory window for the first time and sprinkled on us when we met for the first time, we became a collective. Remember?

When there is a conflict between roommates, we tolerate each other and give in to each other. Remember? When he cried bitterly because he was sad, we were all anxious and rushed to help him with advice.

Yes, from the day we met, our friendship has become a proud obelisk that will forever stand in our hearts, giving us strength and allowing us to grow. No matter where we are, when we look back, we can see the tower, a tower taller than Mount Everest!

Because there are no specific examples, I can only help you so much in the next Bucai, because I do feel that the examples cited are common in general dormitories, and I hope to be able to give you some help. It doesn't matter if you get points or not).

I have QQ space. It's just written about a high school foursome similar to that.

There are also those who write about the dormitory.

This is my original.,I hope the landlord will adopt it.,Hehe, a few days ago,Lei gave me a chat QQ and said that he was unhappy again.,Said that he was stunned by the photo of Trinity again.。 Every now and then, I would say that he was too unproductive, and he had only been separated for a few days, and this became like this, always reassuring him to be strong and not to be childish. In my heart, I always thought he was too sentimental.

But I didn't want to, and the ** lying on the corner of the table inadvertently came into view, and the dust had fallen a layer at some point. Suddenly, a sense of sentimentality surged into my heart, and I hurriedly blew away the mud and dust, and my eyes couldn't help but lock on it. Thoughts also flew back to the past, very complicated and chaotic.

Tears, I don't know whirl, have already swirled.

I read them one by one, impartially, gently.

Admittedly, I'm a very nostalgic person, and I'm always used to silently staring at the past in a seemingly superfluous daze with a sentimental look. But I didn't perceive it, the torrent of time had already rushed past me vigorously, and those people, those things had already been swept away by it...

Habit Trying his best to grasp the fragments of memory, hoping to find out the yesterday of that year, and remember, not to discard him to the edge of memory, but he never knew that in the days of forgetting, he forgot the things that he had never forgotten in the past.

I really want to know whose thoughts the geese flying south swept away, and why my soul is less calm and more uneasy. Looking far away, I wanted to retrieve the memories one by one, but I was ruthlessly dried by the years and disappeared in the bleak yesterday....It's time to go to college, and I'm too reluctant to give up. I was afraid, afraid that the past I would never forget in high school would be like the old memories of the past, and I would forget all the skin and scars on a new day that I would never forget.

I was really reluctant to turn my head away, and I couldn't bear to see the smiling faces of the past gradually disappear into the Qunlan after sunset, dissolving into the cloudy sky of the withered ropes...It's time to go to college, and I'm too reluctant to give up. I was afraid, afraid that the past I would never forget in high school would be like the old memories of the past, and I would forget all the skin and scars on a new day that I would never forget.

I was really reluctant to turn my head away, and I couldn't bear to see the smiling faces of the past gradually disappear into the Qunlan after sunset, dissolving into the cloudy sky of the withered ropes...It's time to go to college, really, really, too reluctantly.

I still remember the heroic oath of fifty days of bloody battle;

Remember, on the eve of our separation, we secretly made a wish in our hearts;

Remember, that **, we smiled very sweetly, very sweetly....

It's almost time for the college entrance examination again, which can't help but remind me of high school life. There was no flowery high school life ...... that springInscription.

As the orange sun set, I walked alone on the way home with heavy steps. From time to time, I look back at the clear mountains and green waters, white clouds and blue sky behind me.

Gently I left.

As I came gently.

I beckoned softly.

Be the clouds of the western heavens.

The golden willow on the riverside.

It is the bride of the sunset.

Shadows in the waves.

It ripples in my heart.

I ended up leaving that beautiful land. I can only look at the children's door through the window in front of the window and play to my heart's content.

The rows of books on my desk blocked my way out, and the pressure of exams blocked my flight window. What accompanies me every day is the questions, the pen is busy in my hand, and the expectations of the teacher and the English that seem to be understood are echoed in my ears.

The overhead lamp has been with me for most of the night, and the pen has been writing non-stop. Occasionally, looking out of the quiet window, the once happy sound of joy lingers again. However, I was full of helplessness at the table.

Outside the window, on the golden willow by the river, a gray owl rested, and its low cry was so miserable. At this time, I suddenly had a sense of soulmate. Helpless, I'm in the window, you're outside the window.

Helplessly, I also had something to look forward to, looking forward to the arrival of the dream in my dream. Persistence, struggle. It will be bitter and sweet.

After the glorious June, I will leave everything behind, rush out of that small window, and let my heart fly in the field of freedom. Green hills are surrounded by green trees, and green trees surround the river. I will occupy the banks of the Golden Willow River, and I will be ...... in sorrow

In a hurry, I'm coming.

Come and find the clouds that are different from the western mountains!

Isn't there anything memorable about your middle school life? Hehehe! I believe there must be, think about it carefully, there will definitely be one or two things that have touched you from the heart, many things, you must have experienced it yourself, it will be moving.

Not everything in life has a chance to succeed, if you don't really deal with it, when you encounter something serious, you will be caught off guard, so think about it, and then write out your true experience, maybe the wording is not necessarily sprinkled, but it is your most real side. Good luck!