Oh, senior, they are leaving this morning! I lost my mind, put on clothes, put on pants, washed my face at random and ran downstairs, because I knew that today, just today, our seniors and sisters who graduated in 2005 would return to Xinjiang, and maybe they would never come back.
Newborn saplings can't stand the wind and rain. It is the big tree that gives them shelter. When the saplings became as strong as the big trees, the original big trees ushered in their eternal winter. ...
Two years ago, I just came to Xiamen, Jimei Middle School. Everything around me is so strange that I feel at a loss. But these seniors older than me came into my life. Feng Guoqiang, a senior student in Senior Three, always comes to our dormitory to chat with us after self-study every night. He always smiles innocently in front of us. Whether you are Hui, Han or Uygur, you are the same in his eyes. You are his elementary school brother, and you don't like to warm quilts in winter vacation, but no matter how cold it is outside, Senior Aynur can always appear on the podium early to help us with our English lessons.
I rushed downstairs, and there were already many people crowded below. The seniors and sisters are making their final farewell, surrounded by teachers, classmates, brothers and sisters here. They should go home today, but for those who stay here, they are people who leave home.
I want to squeeze into the crowd and say goodbye to these brothers and sisters who have cared about us. But when I first walked into the crowd, I suddenly got scared. I'm afraid I will cry. I'm afraid they will see my weakness. So, I stepped back and looked at them and looked at every familiar face until the bus that took them to the railway station left the campus, Jimei and Xinjiang classes.
The young trees in the past have matured, and it's their turn to face the wind and rain this time, because all the young trees under the tree have taken root and sprouted, and will soon bloom brightly.