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Whether the boat of life is floating or not is only controlled by yourself, and you still don’t forget the scene of teachers and students laughing and chatting happily after school. How can the friend
Whether the boat of life is floating or not is only controlled by yourself, and you still don’t forget the scene of teachers and students laughing and chatting happily after school. How can the friendship of many years be stranded? In my third year of junior high school, I somehow fell in love with everything around me. On that day, the flowers were in bloom and the teacher celebrated his birthday. The students pretended not to know about it during class and did not bring greetings or blessings. Taking the lesson plan in hand, I sent the teacher back to her office to make plans after class. Suddenly she realized that the teacher was a little disappointed. In fact, she didn't know how much her students loved her. Before school, the students generously spent their pocket money to buy a big cake for the teacher. The teacher was surprised and a little moved. The cake smeared on his cheeks could not hide the age of years of hard work. Tears had already soaked the cake, and his voice was choked. Yaque's silent classroom occasionally contained a few comforting words mixed with uncontrollable sobs. Everyone hugged each other, the pain and reluctance in their hearts were released silently. In front of the camera, there were pairs of eyes red from crying, pairs of tearful smiles, and one clenched hand. The most unforgettable scene in the third grade of junior high school is engraved in everyone's mind, boiling and surging. Seeing the flower blooming season again, I am still moved to tears when I think of the event that happened not long ago, but I still forget it. Everything about the third grade of junior high school seems to be included in this one thing. How many days are there when we can get together again? Touching, remembrance, nostalgia, joy, reluctance...No words can sum up this indelible feeling. Maybe everyone has a beautiful interpretation in their heart! The journey train of junior high school has arrived at the end. At every stop, there are too many memories, too many beautiful things, and too much nostalgia! When I see the flowers bloom again, what will it be like on the third day of the Lunar New Year?