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Memories of My School Days |
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As the beautiful melody enters my ears with the gentle breeze, memories of the
past come to life in my mind, scene by scene. Time flies by so quickly, and that
fairy tale world has drifted far away from me.
Sometimes, I lie alone on the grass, looking up at the mysterious and
captivating night sky. The colors of the radiating light seem to never disappear
into the heavens, but those memories of the past are now beyond my reach.
Occasionally, I open that nostalgic box filled with my memories. With care, I
take out my yearbook and graduation photo, and I can't help but reminisce about
myself, my teachers, my classmates, and the school that saw me through six
years.
Back then, I was naive and thought that my middle school life would be
beautiful, warm, and relaxing. I hoped to become a middle school student as soon
as possible.
The sound of my classmates playing on the playground, the sound of the reading
during class, the exciting performances and cheers of my classmates on
Children's Day, the teachings of my teachers... They all resonate so clearly in
my ears and come to life before my eyes.
When I left that school as a middle school student for the last time, I thought
I would be strong, not cry, and leave with a smile. But as I walked out of the
school gate, I cried. Perhaps this school had given me too many beautiful
memories, so I will wash away my nostalgia for her with tears! Looking at that
yearbook and graduation photo, the lively and innocent faces, and familiar
handwriting bring back so many beautiful memories!
Time flies by so quickly, and that fairy tale world may be gone, but I will
never forget those memories of my school days! |
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