The dream of youth is like a flower that never fades.
As time goes by, we hear the sound of time passing.
We seem to remember the beginning, when we walked in, we were a little dazed and a little nervous.
But at this last moment, in the sadness that we have no time to breathe, we have to go again.
Strolling through the teaching building, walking through the playground, walking through the canteen, passing through the green trees and red walls, laughing and lingering at the end of the road, we look back again and again.
This may be the first time, and it will be the last time. We look at every corner of the years with unprecedented treasure and solemnity.
/kloc-class 0/7: I see-
In this newly formed 17 class, apples were handed seven or eight times between classes, full of sweetness.
At the last moment before entering the college entrance examination room, the class teacher and classmates embraced one by one, full of mother-child affection.
/kloc-class 0/6: in our memory, they are all in high spirits! When we entered the school gate, we were full of ambition and high spirits. In the slogan of "conic curve and parametric equation", we shed sweat and tears on the football field, show unity and wisdom in the knowledge contest, and send blessings and gratitude to teachers in candlelight.
When we leave after graduation, we are still us, and we are still people with lofty ideals in class 16!
/kloc-class 0/5: We remember a tug-of-war column with five stars and a super-professional class song group that sings the purple emperor;
Remember the flowers and tears, gratitude and blessings at the adult ceremony; Moved by the harvest of migrant workers' children in research activities;
Also, the reasoning of British drama detectives in snowy days. ...
/kloc-the past of class 0/5 is as bright as the milky way, and its future will be ten times more wonderful.
/kloc-the students in class 0/5 can stand the wind and waves, and they will sail to the sun in their hearts.
/kloc-class 0/4: between pitches, the scenery is fleeting.
But we can't forget the wonderful 14 class-we can't forget the youth that we called a black cat during military training, and the cry when we rushed forward at the risk of our lives proved that we were extremely strong; I can't forget that we wrote cards and thanked each other on Thanksgiving Day. Sincere and warm words let everyone learn to be grateful.
In the class song, we sing: "If you fall, don't be sad, I am by your side." /kloc-the bits and pieces of class 0/4 will never be forgotten!
/Kloc-Class 0/3: Will there be a pure day when everyone will hold hands with Qi Xin? Will there be a work that embodies the hard work of everyone in class 13 like the English drama "The Roar of Lions"? In the cold wind of December, everyone shivered, but the tacit understanding surged in their hearts; In the fighting scene, everyone endured the pain, but their faces were full of investment and enthusiasm.
Those past events that can't be told one by one, let us understand that it is our faith that makes countless impossible possible!
12 class: 12 class students, do you still remember that touching online class meeting during SARS?
Remember the special June 1st we spent online?
Do you still remember the oath taken by the members on the Internet?
It used to bring us close to each other and connect our hearts.
1 1 class: it's you. You created 1 1 class, with 50 people and 50 childhoods.
It is you, the first young hero to cross the Qiongzhou Strait, representing our perseverance and courage; Those young leaders who went to the United States to win glory for their country with outstanding scientific and technological achievements brought back national pride for us.
It is you who, in the afternoon self-study after countless classes, quietly immersed in reading, created a sacred peace and brought ordinary touch.
/kloc-class 0/0: We will remember the story of/kloc-class 0/0 on the court.
In the football league, we young people follow the trend and squander our passion. Moisten the soil of friendship with crystal sweat. Light the flame of unity with hoarse voice, and greet the final runner-up with surging tears.
In the final, we tried our best to write the names of the soldiers on the blackboard. These almost indelible handwriting shows not only the regret of youth, but also our unity and friendship.
Class 9: The glory of Class 9 needs no effort to find, it is engraved in each of our minds.
I can't forget the sad story of the English drama "Zhao Jun goes to the fortress", the props and costumes I made, and the constant applause and laughter that broke out in the theater that day.
I can't forget the hard training for the football league and the tears of my classmates after winning the gold medal. At that moment, we hugged each other.
Class 8: This is the memory of a family named Class 8: there are always blessings we said in three languages: China, Japan and South Korea at the orientation meeting of senior one in the family videos, and there are also investigation reports on the living conditions of migrant workers in the family collections, and wonderful investigations are flying around in the newspapers. We will bid farewell to the era when there is no need for reasons, but our souls will not leave. We go our separate ways, but our hearts will be with our families.
Class 7: As time goes by, I can still hear the shouts of boys and girls cheering for each other in Class 7, which is the only lasting sound on the playground of physical education examination.
I can also see that at the class meeting of "year-end inventory", everyone in Class 7 has serious and sincere bright eyes; Looking ahead, I can still smell countless hopes.
Category 6:
Class 5: "5 loves Class 5", I don't know how many times I have called it.
But no matter when, we still remember the glory of winning the first place in the tug-of-war competition.
I still remember our original "Haha Football", which was filled with happiness in everyone's heart.
I still remember our footprints in the investigation of Cao Xueqin Museum.
Love class five, never forget!
Class 4: Class 4 students, do you still remember that sweaty military training ground? Who became a wounded soldier with a face of regret and remorse? Who angered the instructor and secretly handed a small note of apology?
I will never forget that passionate sports meeting. Who conquered the seemingly unattainable crossbar again and again and finally won the championship? Who got angry during the long-distance running, so that he suddenly fell to the ground after crossing the finish line and couldn't stand up for a long time?
In this land watered with blood, there is our youth.
Class 3: Dear teacher-
In the ordinary days of Class Three, you are a friend who can have a long talk with us.
At the critical moment, you gave up the honor of being a mother for us.
Last time, we finally found out that you are the pride and wealth of our lives.
Class two: Maybe many years later, we will hold the lovely Class two tightly in our hands again.
Class two can't forget the boys who carry drinking water to and from the sixth floor.
Class 2 can't forget the scene when teacher Fan Fan suddenly choked on her throat with chalk dust in class and couldn't speak.
Years later, we recalled all this until we burst into tears and then drowned in the happiness of memories.
1 class:
It won't happen again.
At this moment, our hearts have never been so soft.
Those past events that I thought were blurred shook slightly in my mind.
Tears that I said I wouldn't fall are boiling in my eyes.
Three years in Guangming High School. Bye. I will also go to see the faces of my brothers and sisters.
Dear teacher, goodbye. I will respectfully hand you the flowers like a teacher's day paper.
Dear students, goodbye. I will also look at those photos carefully and recall your smile, your depression and your heartache.
We are gone, but on a warm afternoon or a quiet cold night, thoughts and dreams will bring us back, and then we will return to this unconscious age and these memories that will not be buried.
Now, we say goodbye seriously, just as we said names seriously at the beginning.
Take another look, and then face the wonderful and helpless world outside, go, go, with enthusiasm and love.
However, when the lights go out, when things change, when you are white-haired and young, even if everything never comes back!