With the approach of the senior high school entrance examination, it means that the day of parting is approaching. I have never been a strong person, so I'm not sure I won't cry that day.
After living together for three years, I have an indescribable feeling about this class that makes me speechless. Here, I cried, hated and struggled. I have too much love and hate here, and every bit of the past is engraved in the depths of my heart. I once thought about leaving this sad class early and flying to my dream high school. But today, I'm ridiculous. I was so fragile before I left, because I found that this sad class had already filled my heart, where there was pure friendship like snow and the most precious memories, where there was a happy paradise, where I had given up too many times, and my concern finally broke my disappointment. I'm a little overwhelmed by this parting.
I once built a bridge of friendship with my friends, and the heart-to-heart communication was in this happy hall. Everything seems to have happened yesterday. For the first time, I felt that my departure was so terrible that I really didn't dare to face this cruel reality, but the fairy-tale dream could not break the cruel reality after all. I know, this is the most essential difference between fairy tales and reality, that is, the beauty of fairy tales is just a dream, a spiritual sustenance, and reality is cruel, but it cannot be escaped. Soon.
Another classmate recorded it in front of me. I pondered for a while, but I was afraid to write. Is it helplessness, reluctance or attachment? Because I know that once I wrote it, it means that I accepted this parting. However, didn't I leave my alma mater for six years with a heavy heart with a classmate record? Reality is always cruel. Although you don't want to accept it, what should come will come. There are some things that we cannot change. I picked up a pen and wrote down my sincere wishes seriously, because this is at least the last memorial to each other.
Sometimes a person often daydreams in front of the window. Who will he lose? I wonder, will someone somewhere be thinking about losing me at this time? Time flies by at your fingertips, leaving only the fragments that are about to leave. Between madness and exhaustion, I seem powerless. Time is like this. People are just a plaything in front of time. Reality is more terrible than imagined. Parting is more difficult to accept than reality. I want to know why colorful life makes these discordant grays occupy the main theme of life. Since fate has made too many people taste the joy of intersection, there will soon be the pain of parting. I can't figure it out. I really can't figure it out. The heart is round, but why is it broken now? It is said that the heart is fragile, but it has experienced too many injuries. I've only known you for a few years, but now we're apart. When can we be together? I think, in the distant future, will there be less parting, so that gathering will become the true meaning of life? What used to be can only be a memory in the long river of history?
Outside the window, the flowers have been broken. A hundred days ago, flowers were still showing the prosperity of life with pride. But now this broken dream flower has been broken, and thousands of flowers will eventually leave their place of life with attachment to the branches to outline another picturesque dream. How much more is it a person? Parting, we lost to you, but please remember that true friendship will not fade because of the change of distance. I will regard parting as a natural test. I can't fail this life paper. I won't forget that I was at the gate of high school. Friends remember our agreement, "See you in high school". Let's cheer together and try to keep this friendship that is about to break down. In the near future, I hope to have you in my dream school, and I will wait for you in high school. In case an episode breaks our agreement and some of us don't reach the agreed place, please remember that there was another me, so let's keep our thoughts on each other in our hearts.
Goodbye, parting friends, goodbye, parting campus, goodbye.