The physical education exam is over, and we all know clearly that there seems to be no us on this playground. For the last time, we walked on the runway together for the last time. That night, we were silent, tears crept across our cheeks, and we wouldn't wipe them when the wind blew dry. We just want to leave time in this moment. For the last time, we walked here together, hoping that the runway could extend to the ends of the earth.
I haven't finished class at night. Listening to the rain outside the window, my heart calmed down. I was so happy when I walked into the rain. I put away my umbrella and went outside the crowd to indulge my willfulness. "If there is no umbrella I want to hold, I would rather not hold it." A long time ago, we picked out our favorite umbrellas together. Once upon a time, I would hold an umbrella over your head, and you were still complaining that I was too short; Once upon a time, you held an umbrella over my head, but I deliberately avoided it, telling you that I like the feeling of getting wet; Once upon a time, we watched the rain slide down the window of KFC, and we drank fragrant coffee warmly ... Now, why has the road become so long? Why did the rain lose its tenderness? I just feel cold and tired. ...
I thought a person's world was lonely but free, but at that moment I only felt lonely. I was afraid that darkness had enveloped me and the road really became endless. It's late at night, but there are no stars. The night becomes quiet and deep.
A person wandering in the street, confused and confused, don't know where the figure he is following is going, don't know what kind of twists and turns the road is, and don't know whether there is a flower field behind the broken wall. I'm lost.
The road of life is long and short, and many people will only become passers-by in your life, such as meteors crossing the sky. Those passers-by just want to make your life journey not lonely in order to carry people's good wishes. And when your laughter rings in my life, when you clumsily walk through my life, when you fall asleep at your desk, you are destined to be more than just fireworks in your night sky-fleeting; No matter how far apart the Han people are, that position in the bottom of my heart will always be your territory. Unforgettable past, our memories ~ the rest of the way, I will go strong.