I have spent fifteen years unconsciously in the long river of years. Nowadays, some past events come to mind from time to time.
For me, these things seem to have passed, but there is a memory that I can't forget. That's the feeling of classmates.
Yes, nothing can replace the friendship between classmates. Autumn wind can blow away the fallen leaves, but it will never blow away the feelings between classmates.
At the thought of leaving my former friends this semester, my heart is full of Wang Yang. I can't help thinking of that sentence? After all, the world is just a small place. ? I love my classmates deeply and cherish the past. Now I can't wait to tell my heart everything that happened here.
I will remember playing in the snow with my classmates, running in the stadium and studying in the same classroom.
These are all things of the past, but they are also worth a lifetime. I cherish them in my heart. In the past, the scenes of fighting, playing ball games and competitions came to my eyes like blisters, so real and unreal.
It is because of the running-in of time that we got this precious friendship with each other, but it is also because of time that we have to part. It is because of time that our classmates' friendship can be regarded as a treasure by us? Gold? Ah.
Maybe all this has become history. In short, people's cherished memories revolve around one thing? Love? Have something to say. The ups and downs along the way are exactly four kinds of invitations indispensable to life. Chatters are like seasonings, which give us a taste of life.
Anyway, for us, memory is constantly changing, but there is always a memory worth cherishing.
Wish: Memory will last forever! postscript
Chapter two: Memories worth cherishing. Open the yellow diary and see the bits and pieces of the past. At that time, our past was a cherished memory.
That year, we were thirteen. Walk in? Stranger? Environment, I have become less talkative. I thought I would be forever? Quiet? Go on, accompany with loneliness, always accompany with loneliness. But you came into my life. You wear a ponytail and always like to giggle at me. There is always a happy expression on a round face. You always like to dance around me and hum songs. Before you know it, you are used to stealing you like this.
That year, we were fourteen. We began to lose our temper over trifles. Because I tampered with my diary that time, I said, leave you alone! ? When I saw you crying, I felt distressed and blamed myself for being so cruel, how could I make your lovely heart sad. Finally said it? Excuse me. I just found out that you and I have been integrated, you are my shadow, we are inseparable, and we began to hum familiar songs together.
This year, we are fifteen years old. Gradually mature, we began to learn to bear the pressure. I gave up on myself and told you to give up, but you patted me on the shoulder and said that? I will stay with you. ? At this moment, I am quiet. Because of you, I began to be patient, because I knew there was someone behind me, and she was you who accompanied me all the way. Now, you don't like giggling and humming any more. Those were sealed in the past days. And I'm no longer the little girl who lost her temper because of a little thing. We have grown up.
Close the diary, only to find that unconsciously left two lines of tears. Such plain but happy memories are worth cherishing with you. Now, I'm still with you, we snuggle up to each other's shoulders, and in two months, you will be separated from me, and you will be separated from us. Recalling such a familiar minor, you are our song, a song of memories.
In six months, you will no longer be my shadow.
You, a memory worthy of my life.
Chapter 3: Memorable compositions have passed like water, leaving me with a clear postcard, an unfinished piece of music and those gorgeous memories like summer flowers. But that memory gave me too much shock. She is buried in my heart, clear and pure, and will be treasured forever.
It was the fourth grade of primary school. Wan Li is clear. We went to physical education class to take an examination of teachers, and I was ok in every project. But at the end of the sit-ups, I tried to get up. Seeing that time passed by, I tried my best in situ, my head buried between my legs, and my sweat was mixed with tears. I hate myself. Why can't I get up? A minute passed. They all made a dozen in the worst case, but I didn't. I seem to hear a lot of people saying: how can she be so stupid! None of them can get up. Yeah, yeah. How stupid? And the teacher's eyes seem to be full of disappointment.
Freedom of movement, I walked into the shadow alone, buried my head in my lap, and shouted over and over again in my heart:? Why can't I get up! Why! I tried. Why do you still talk about me like that? What did I do wrong? ? Then I felt someone coming. I looked up. Oh, it's my best friend xx. She sat next to me and said, it doesn't matter ~ it's not that you haven't tried. Don't cry. Let's cheer together. I'll practice with you after the big deal ~ really? I looked him in the eye and said. She smiled? Of course ~ we are friends! Come on, come with me. Let's do something. ? She took me to a big tree. I don't understand. Why did you bring me here? Come on, talk to me, I swear! ? I'll say it again: I swear! Xxx and I will always be good friends! Xx and I will always be good friends! Never part! Never part! ? I was very touched and gave her a hug. She must be my best friend!
Hey. It's a pity that we are not in the same class now, but this friendship will last forever!