At that time, I thought that friendship was a credit card that had always been spending, so I have to squander.
At that time, I thought that the time was a old record that I lost forever, so I used it.
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I suddenly received a text message from my old friend: "I still remember that everyone hid in the high school in class, how do you hide in the table? I miss this taste, go back and take a look." So I will cancel everything. " Plan for studying at the weekend, and returned to here again.
Everything is still old, the small shop in the school, the big tree in front of the school, and the mailbox that once abused in many times, but I have changed my buddy, I heard that I often erased the zero head for us. The guy finally went home to go home. The new buddy was amazed at our familiarity of the price, so we laughed and told him: We are old guests.
It's really a old guest. Everything here has already been branded in our hearts, the ancient Palace, the long Tonghe River, the beautiful ruins garden, the bustling Wangfujing Street, and our alma mater is surrounded by this one On the land, and we have gone through the 6-year innovative era in this ancient and modern intersection.
From the neighbors of this small alley near this nostalgic school, I am so long to have such a leisurely, and we used to hate the narrow alley because of the long run every day, I still hate these narrow alley, I still Clearly remember that we run the number of road lights on the side of the side, 20, yes, 20, now still so.
Everything in the campus can't be familiar with it. It is just that the teacher who looks at the door will never catch us. "Why don't you wear a school uniform?" On the desk of the room. The latest "Colorful Port Bay", that is our school magazine, who once let us pick up the typographic version of the lightning warfare, and remember to give the responsibility of writing schools to the schoolmates. I am reluctant and bitter, but it is a batch of complete strange names on the main unit.
On the corridor, the long mirror is still as bright as new. From the afternoon of Tuesday, we all have to wipe it repeatedly, and gently blow the mirror, blurred himself in the mirror, then use paper to wipe more than previous Cleaner, and now, it is still a blurry, wet, and then discovered that blurry is not mirror, but his own eyes.
Suddenly in the summer, he suddenly recited the summer in the summer, everyone would bring a towel, soaking the cold water in hand, and there is still the top of the fingertips. Rotate, different colors of towels spin from colorful worlds, and now they don't need these, and the air conditioner has already replaced old ceiling fans, and they will always take away the colorful world that belongs to us unique.
The school's system is still not changed. There is no approval of the teacher after entering the school in the morning. Just don't know if there are many people who have been obedient with us at that time, I just don't know if they have also mimiced the teacher's font like their students, and I have made another outlet. Do you change back to a bag? It should not be, now they have already had a meal in the class, and they don't need to hang out to buy it with us. The scene that let us always miss, when they collectively steal meat, they will not have it. Perhaps that is always our unique memory.
The class in the classroom is still those we have used. I joined my friends. I found a table in a table. I finally found the desk in the remote corner of the window. I also have our writing on the desk. "Hold the hand, and the old man". That was the most simple and extraordinary love declaration in the campus.
I am sitting in front of my friends, talking about us, and everything that is going to the past is yellow, like an old old album, a page slowly turned over, sit in front of the Gao Yiji Holding a guitar singing, the high-tech basketball league took the girl champion, and the high school to the elf Gu Spring tour was hidden in the mountains. I have dial 110 ... There is a three-year junior high school ... each photo is black and white, no color, It recorded all kinds of moods.
Before the friend went to the podium, I wrote a word on the blackboard: "Our life is sweet as sugar!" I looked at her, laughed, yeah, that is the first time I have been writing on the cake. If I still remember that the aunt who did a cake was surprised for a long time, maybe she had already happily "Happy birthday", so that we will repeat this short nine words a few times to lead the cake room All people curious vision. The eyes I still remember, because there is an envy of an unlimited memories of China. We also made a beautiful vows about 12 years after we have made a beautiful vow.
"Let's go", I pulled up my friend to run to the playground, walk like the elliptical runway like the past, and still hear the "" of the iron device in the hand next to the hidden man, desolation The sound passed through another alley, gradually drifting, and took the memories of all of our mid-school era.
The door of the auditorium is tightly locked, and it is like returning to the last grade conference. It is only the words "graduation ceremony", and finally stand here. The last time and the teachers embracing, suddenly I found that they were like a child who had to be away from home, so that she had already tears, so, they sent us here. Let us go to Dalian, Sichuan, Macau, Wuhan, let us go all over the United States, the United Kingdom, France, the Netherlands, the motherland, around the world, with their long expectations and blessings, with their parents, and 嘱, Start new life, and they will still send a batch of children here ...
Quietly and friends walked out of the school, walking at the road we went home, the night market of the whole street is still like that, the seven colored lanterns outlines a neon world, and the road of Wangfujing is always a bustling and Busy sights, and we have smashed young leisurely in this busy. Today, I have a friend and my friends, each disappeared in a crowd, and the five dead parties have fled together, and the hand walks in the age of Wangfujing Street. It is always a once. It belongs to that paragraph will always be sealed.
Wangfujing's street will never hear the sorrow of the small alley, and may never hear it later, as if the sound of "哗" is no longer a rhythm of this world, I Drake in the bustling population, look at a strange face, I know, it is a new beginning ...
