During this season, falling petals seem to have emotions
like humans: pure and true, unforgettable.
My friends who accompanied me for three years in high school have all left.
It feels like waking up from a semi-drunken dream when the moon is still in
the sky.
I used to be so arrogant that when I saw Camp Hill High School, I showed a
disdainful expression on my face. Then, I naturally lost all the way. Here,
some people will laugh at my "shallow talk of Pingyang"; here, some people
will ridicule my idea of "embracing the world." Maybe I am just a
non-conformist, causing some people to be puzzled, and then prematurely draw
conclusions about me.
I finally admitted to Class 12 and finally embraced the Class 12 family. It
turns out that all prejudices and biases will disappear with the
precipitation of emotions. I hugged a bucket and took a group photo with
every person in Class 12. Although it looked funny, it was my most authentic
side. The lights went out, the music played, and we parted without tears.
I will never forget the glorious history of Class 11. With our common
efforts, Class 11 was indeed as fascinating and memorable as Class 3 Grade 8
in "18-Year-Old Sky." On the night of the ninth, we gathered together and I
got drunk for the first time. Then we made cakes in the room, and almost
everyone had a sweet smile on their faces. In the KTV room, we turned up the
volume to the maximum and enjoyed ourselves under dazzling lights.
Like the first meeting three years ago, when I said goodbye, I was still the
one who looked at "Camp Hill High School" with one glance. However, there is
no longer arrogance or conceit. I know that in the future, maybe I will
never come back here again. Even if I come back, it may be as a passerby...
It is only at this time that I realize that the feelings accumulated here in
these three years are far beyond what I can imagine.
In three years, I have grown up a lot; in three years, I have learned a lot.
But at this moment, the past has gone, and I am fascinated by the fleeting
time. I crawl in these boundless memories, thinking about every bit of the
journey. I never regret because these will eventually become memories that I
can never forget, and they will become one of the most precious treasures of
my life!
The pure moon is drunk, tears frozen into frost. I will remember this period
of time. |