Sometimes, I also wonder, is it naive and fair? Sometimes, I used to think, is separation the result? Sometimes, I am always confused, whether memory is really eternal. ...
I like to write beautiful things on paper and keep them as memories forever! I like to keep my memory in my mind and treat it as a beautiful scenery forever! I like to use Dimfragrance as an inspiration, always flashing in my eyes! I like to treat memories as reality and stay in happiness forever.
The years of the wind passed by in a hurry, and I don't know whether it blew away memories or brought the main theme of memories.
Life in junior high school makes me very happy because I met you. I remember when the second day of junior high school was coming to an end, we were still talking happily about the third day and stupidly asked several teachers, "Are you divided into classes?" Do you still teach us? "The answer is:" Probably not! "That kind of heartfelt touch and excitement made us firmly believe and met on the day of the third day of registration. An eternal agreement brings invisible sadness.
When I learned that I was going to be divided into classes, I felt a lot: attachment to my classmates, gratitude to my teachers, fear of the future and confusion about tomorrow. I asked myself pale again and again: "Why do you want to divide classes?" I really want you to teach us to graduate from grade three. Maybe God won't let me realize this dream.
You once said that if we are excellent, then they have no reason to separate us. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It is your words that make every student in our class very excited. Every student is trying to let them know how excellent we are, how good our class is, for the sake of senior three and our precious friendship. Only in this way can we exert our greatest potential! But the result was unexpected. Everyone is working hard for the goal in their hearts and grasping every minute. They are afraid of failing the final exam and can't be together. Is God really fair?
After the final exam, we are all very happy because our class is the best. We asked the teachers one by one if they wanted to divide classes. Teacher Xia also said firmly: "No matter!" We burst into cheers in the classroom. He also said to Mr. Wu, "Do you still teach us?" He smiled and said, "I don't know!" " Li Jia said: "As long as you fight for it, you can do it!"
A word, only flashed in my mind, scene after scene, fixed in my memory.
On the day of summer vacation, we went to my home to write a paper together. After we finished writing, Li Jia said, "I must change my seat in the third grade." I also said, "I want to change seats!" " "In fact, that's just my unintentional statement, but Tu Ye Qiang asked me," Can't you sit with me? "In fact, to be honest, I am very happy to study with him, because he and I can help each other and inspire me to work harder! After listening to his question, I was immediately stunned and said, "Well, just kidding, don't change it! " "
When I was about to report for the third grade, I suddenly got a definite news that we were divided into classes. I suddenly became stupid. How come... This is beyond my expectation! I was in a daze all day, thinking about the placement, and chatting with my mother there, saying that more than 40 students in our class were divided into five classes, so at least eight of them were together! I wonder if I will be with Chen Fei, Tu, Li Lingyan and Wang Xu!
The night before registration, our family of three was in our hometown. Wang Mengdi and I have been sending messages asking for information, asking the teacher about our placement, who taught us and which class we were in! I have never called my teacher, and I have no courage. I just sent a message. That day, I picked up my father's cell phone and called you. I was walking alone by the river when I called you. It's so quiet that I can hear my breathing.
When you told me that you weren't teaching me, I quickly shed tears. Maybe I can't hear you on the other end of the phone, but I still pretend to be helpless and ask who teaches Chinese and what subjects are there. In fact, that kind of wordless pain makes me speechless. After less than a minute, I couldn't help it, so I said "OK, that's it" and interrupted you.
I shed tears again and feel really sorry. My mother said, "Your teacher Wang taught you for two years!" "I was speechless in an instant.
In the third grade, Chen Fei and I were together. Fortunately, one of them is with me, but unfortunately, there are only two girls in our original class 2, Shen Yiting and me. The original 802 has fallen apart. The other day, we talked about how Mr. Wang was and said that you taught well. I don't know how many times, but Chen Min said in front of me, "You must learn to face it. Your teacher Wang can't always teach you! Isn't high school like this? " Her words froze me.
But sometimes, when we meet on campus or in a corner of the street, it's just a smile or a greeting, but those words will never be said. Only you taught me to write every article over and over again, and let me take part in the composition competition. Although many times are in vain, you still have no regrets!
I really wish I were still your student. After listening to your comments on every article, that memory condenses into a red stone and becomes an eternal "heart in the sea" ...