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Memories of School Days |
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Sitting in a strange classroom, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, I hear the sound
of pens scratching on paper.
In the classroom, the students are not as active, and the teacher is not as
passionate as usual. They seem eager to end the class quickly. But I can see the
obvious reluctance in the teacher's and students' eyes.
The mischievous students put away their toys, and the girls who love beauty seem
to be unaware of their messy hair. The teacher suddenly becomes very gentle. I
wish I could pause this moment and make it eternal, to stay here forever and
ever.
I want to catch you, Time, but you are weightless in my hands and take away the
most important thing from me. I see you flying away into the distance, gradually
fading away like an hourglass, gradually becoming transparent. I see the
transparent you reflecting many smiling faces - the teacher, the classmates, and
the alma mater - in a mix of reality and illusion...
The welcoming flags have long been tattered, and the osmanthus tree at the
school gate seems to have lost its vitality - I can no longer smell its
fragrance, only a bitter taste remains.
I walked for a long time - or at least it felt like a long time. Suddenly, I
turned around and found myself still standing beside the osmanthus tree,
surrounded by a group of students going home.
I left, and the waiting school bus marked the end of my connection with this
school. There seemed to be many voices behind me, and when I turned around, I
saw my classmates saying, "Six years have passed, and it's time for us to part
ways!" I headed towards the school bus, and my backpack seemed empty, without
any weight. Suddenly, I heard someone calling from behind, "Let's work harder to
achieve something before we say goodbye. See you in ten years!"
As the bus drove me home, I kept repeating those words in my mind. A promise of
ten years, made by my six-year classmates. I looked ahead, smiled, and seemed to
smell the fragrance of osmanthus on campus. Ah! That fragrant moment... I won't
be alone, you have been accompanying me in my heart all along. A promise of ten
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