In my past life, my brother was like a bright lamp, shining on my soul and making my existence a little glorious.
Memories seem to stay in the past, and that kind of youth and vigor is coming again. We have to admit that this society is a little thinner than paper, and the communication between people is becoming more and more utilitarian, but today's old classmates' reunion will not be mixed with any interests. It doesn't matter to the old classmates attending the party, because everyone is constantly proving their existence and value in various ways. Maybe we don't need to care about our identity and status, and we don't need to be demanding about the amount of wealth. We just need to cherish this hard-won time together.
Flowers are similar every year, but people of different ages are different. Unconsciously, the campus has been separated for more than 30 years. There is such an emotion in the world. Although we can't get together from time to time, we can feel at home. This is the feeling of classmates. I can't forget the day when a fire broke out in July more than 30 years ago. I vaguely remember the farewell party, the luggage ready to go in front of the dormitory, the hugs and tears when I left. I left school and set foot on the society with my young dream and sadness of parting. Who knows that this stroke is more than 30 years.
Meeting is short and pleasant. After the passionate gathering, we will cherish each other and go our separate ways, and then there will be a long separation, but the fragrance of friendship will add a ray of warm sunshine to our dull life. Decades of gathering and parting, forget without thinking. Only by stepping into the society can we know the beauty of campus life; After baptism, I realized that only the friendship between classmates is valuable. Good middle school time, like a colorful picture scroll, is imprinted in our memory. The past is like smoke, and it is as warm as ever. Let's relive the days we passed together and recall the years when our passion burned! Will last forever and never fade!
A brother never tells you when he is wronged, but he is the first to refuse when you are wronged.
Brothers are the enrichment around them; It's a number I can't help but want to dial; This is a cup of green tea, which has been left for a long time at night. ...
Brother, you may not share the blessings, but you must share the difficulties. Brother, the word simplicity carries too much emotion! Brothers are another interpretation of family ties!