Looking back at the back of youth drifting away.

My heart is melancholy, but it is also warm and gentle.

Years ask me if I regret it?

I smiled and said, thank you for leaving a beautiful place.

201July 2, 91day, . . Sunny days are the 20th anniversary of the graduation of Class 5, Grade 99, Nanjing No.1 Middle School.

Less than the appointed time? Teachers and students came back from all directions and gathered in the beautiful campus of Nanjing No.1 Middle School.

After the college entrance examination, the students are far apart. Maybe some of them met their old classmates for the first time in 20 years, but at the moment they met, everyone excitedly shouted each other's names. Or shake hands hard, or hug warmly, warm greetings and laughter quickly awakened the quiet campus on weekends. Then the students teased each other about their bodies and looks while choosing commemorative T-shirts. "Hey, you are really middle-aged and fat!" "Honey, why haven't you changed at all?" "Oh my god, are you the mother who gave birth to Sanwa? I can't tell at all. I am so envious! " People who are praised are happy, but those who are hurt don't mind. On the contrary, in this frolicking room, everyone seems to have returned to the student days 20 years ago, as if high school life was yesterday.

Our lovely and beloved three teachers also arrived as promised. Mr. Zeng Weiping, the head teacher, Mr. Chen Lan, the Chinese teacher, and Mr. Colin Weiss, the English teacher, are exactly as they remember!

Still so wise and calm, teacher Chen is still so capable and talented, and teacher Lin's eternal red lips with a tolerant smile have inspired many girls' aesthetics. When they stood on the stage against growth, we seemed to return to the classroom of that year. At that time, my deskmate and I used to upload small notes or steal snacks in class. Now a table of jelly lollipop snacks is in front of us, but we are staring at the teachers on the stage, especially cherishing the opportunity to witness the smiles of dear teachers on the stage.

The students present took the stage to speak and signed in one by one. No.5 classmate Lin Yueyi made everyone laugh as soon as she came on stage. His sentence "Everyone says I haven't changed, but what I haven't changed is that ugly signature". This sentence tells the voice of some people, especially those students who consciously write ugly.

Interestingly, among the 68 students in our class, there are actually five girls with the word "Li" in the middle of their names. 1 Wu, No.4, No.20 Zeng Lijun, No.30 Xiao, No.45 Lu are said to have confused the former class teacher, which actually reflects the local naming culture.

Every student takes this opportunity to express his nostalgia for high school, his gratitude to his teachers and his deep friendship with his classmates. On the stage, whether we were too nervous to speak, or joking easily, or crying, we all got the warmest smiles and the warmest applause from the teachers and students present.

I-I don't use the words "cherish and have the opportunity" to be melodramatic. Because on the 32nd, when Wang Ang called the roll at 4 1 one by one, she said that "Zheng Zhifeng had left early", and all of us were silent. Who would have thought that this classmate of the same age with a simple and honest smile and a gentle personality died a few years later. Today, no matter who can come and who can't, as long as everyone is still alive, we are actually very lucky and should cherish every day we live.

Nowadays, when people reach middle age, they are more or less burdened with multiple social identities and life pressures. All of us, whether teachers, policemen, painters, business owners, staff executives or stay-at-home mothers, are earnestly fulfilling the responsibilities entrusted by society and family. But today, we are United and friendly, regardless of income or comparison. We only ask each other whether they are happy or not, and only care whether they live in the initiative of not forgetting you.

On the 25th, Li Weijian, a student who is also a teacher in Nanjing No.1 Middle School, chose the same house number specially, and was very concerned.

When we picked up the phone and photographed the house number, the class teacher gave us another surprise. He shared the photos of the real campus where we studied! This is as precious as the class diary, because we thought that the classroom and the surrounding scenes at that time were only left in memory, but we didn't expect to return to the youthful years through the screen again.

At the climax of the day's activities, Ceng Laoshi, the head teacher, took out a diary that had been treasured for 20 years. As soon as everyone saw the treasure, they immediately gathered around and carefully searched for the diary they had written in the past.

Many people even forget that they have written such a diary. When we see the lovely (childish) handwriting of ourselves or other classmates, we can't help but pick up our mobile phones and take pictures one by one as a souvenir. Finally, on the 6th, Lai Derun decided to take these two treasures home for scanning and backup.

Group photo+After dinner, we parted ways and hugged and said goodbye with a gift specially carved by No.53 Zhang Zhigang. On the way home, everyone just showed their feelings about the party in the circle of friends.

Below, I extract the true feelings released by some teachers and students in the circle of friends or classmates that day.

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Finally, thank you for your preparations for this party:

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