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After the tense exams, the school ushered in a brief calm.
? Today, everyone came to the school again to receive their graduation grades. After staying for the last day, our primary school life will be completely over
As usual, push the bicycle and step into the campus.
The red scarf on the chest is still fluttering in the wind. Although it has been washed and stained with ink, it still exudes a unique charm.
I especially remember that when I first entered school, the school required everyone to wear a red scarf.
And I always have to forget the red scarf at home, or lose it.
The number of times I patronize the canteen to buy a red scarf can't be counted on one hand!
Grandpa and grandma also told me many times because of this, blaming me for not cherishing the red scarf.
And after a short time, the red scarf will no longer belong to my age.
The squadron committee sign on the arm only has a thin layer in the middle (there were originally three layers, and two layers of plastic wrapped the middle to prevent damage.)
The brand that has been with you for three years will see you again after today.
?Students entered the school one after another, and everyone had complicated expressions.
In the joy and excitement, it is difficult to hide the panic and loss in my heart.
Yes, this farewell, we may never see each other again. Many former classmates will also be deeply buried in my heart.
Gather your mind and step into the classroom.
At this moment, some students in the classroom have already arrived early.
No one spoke, just made eye contact.
But it is obvious that there is an unspeakable affection between each other.
The classmates who are not very familiar with each other, and even have not spoken a few words throughout the year, have sincerity and reluctance in their eyes at this moment.
Going back to my seat, once again and for the last time, I touched this desk that has accompanied me for three years.
The small desk has witnessed many students grow up step by step, and then leave;
When it arrived in my hands, the desktop was already covered with traces left by many years;
There is the word "Zao" imitating Mr. Lu Xun;
There are full spelling of English words;
There are also words of encouragement;
I really miss you! Old boy!
Every day next to you, leaning on you, doing homework, lunch break, and being close for many days has allowed us to integrate into each other's lives;
After you leave, will your next partner be a man or a woman?
Do I need to leave something for him or her?
Let's forget it, in life, there are many passers-by, who will remember whom?
Today, I don't have a schoolbag, and I don't need it, I just get a report card.
Therefore, the desks have already been emptied, and before I leave, I still hope that the next student sitting in this seat can feel my sincerity after school starts! Even just say: This desk is so clean!
?Students came in one after another, and the originally empty classroom gradually returned to its former noise, although it was just a flashback.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, but less of the unscrupulousness of the past, more conservative and nostalgic;
Everyone is silent in the loss on the eve of parting, and we try our best to leave the best side of ourselves to the classmates in front of us. I hope that after many years, when we meet by chance, the other party can still say: old classmate!
Instead of avoiding yourself, or turning a blind eye
"Tap Tat Tat ~" The sound of hurried but not chaotic footsteps sounded from outside the window, and gradually approached the front door from the back door. After a pause of about 1 second, two familiar faces appeared in front of everyone.
"Stand up!"
"Hello teacher!"
The still loud and orderly voice resounded over the campus.
"Stand up!"
"Hello teacher!"
At this moment, deafening voices sounded from several adjacent classes one after another~
After fighting for several years, there is still some tacit understanding. Although they are about to step out of the campus, the long-term competition between each other has turned into a heart-to-heart at this moment~
? Farewell, not only between you and me, between classmates, but also between classes~
This farewell, the people who competed in the past can no longer be found; perhaps, the empty heart needs a new opponent to fill it?
"Students, please sit down!" The class teacher put down the report card in his hand, raised his head, and glanced at our faces one by one.
At this moment, I realized that the so-called teacher treats every student the same, the true meaning of this sentence.
No matter how naughty or not, no matter whether the grades are good or bad, the teacher spends the same amount of time observing him and remembering her, although from the first meeting, the teacher said that we are the worst class she has ever taught student;
But at this moment we seem to be the pride of her heart;
The wine-red hair can hardly hide the white hair on the teacher's temples. Time, can you slow down?
There are already wrinkles on the smiling face, youth is no longer, and who can understand the devotion?
"Today is the last day for everyone to stay in school, and it is also the last time for me to teach you."
"First of all, the teacher would like to congratulate everyone, congratulations on entering the ranks of teenagers!"
"After today, you will leave school and start a new life!"
"I didn't give any extra words to everyone. I hope that one day in the future, when you see me, you can greet me with a smile"
The students below have already begun to cry in a low voice, unable to bear the words of parting.
However, the teacher is still calm and unhurried, as if he has experienced it many times and has long been used to it.
However, judging from the hand she held tightly to the edge of the podium, her emotions were under extreme control so that they did not fluctuate too much.
It seems that the teacher is also an emotional person, and she didn't expect us to graduate early as she said a few days ago, so that she can take over the next batch of obedient students.
Who said parting is so sad?
I haven't parted yet, I have already started to cry, what kind of mood will I be in the moment I really leave?
Teacher Huang has been controlling the audience, while Teacher Mou, who is standing on the side, quietly exited the classroom at this moment.
I especially saw that the corners of her eyes were reddish, and there seemed to be tears gathering. I am afraid that the love is deep, so let's not let us see her at this moment. Who doesn't want to leave the best side of themselves to the other party?
"Okay, the students whose names I have read, come up to get their report cards." Teacher Huang cleared his throat.
"Wang Chuanjiang"
"Yang Lizhu"
"Little Liqian"
"Liu Lei"
"Li Yi"
Familiar names, strands of familiar figures, shuttled in front of my eyes again;
The apprehension and anticipation before going on stage; the disappointment and joy after getting the report card; the familiar expressions on each of these familiar faces; although there is no words to communicate, but also know whether the other party is satisfied with the test;
This time, everyone's rankings and results were not announced, and of course, it was useless.
After today, it will be gone.
Junior high school is not far away from us.
Everyone has been looking forward to growing up, and there seems to be something different in front of them.
Growing up means leaving and losing
Some loss will be lost forever in life;
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