The golden student years, there are too many impressed, there are too many memories. Today we meet again, we went to school along the road, back to our alma mater to find the footprints of youth. Forty-seven years of change is still mottled traces of that classroom, that corridor, that auditorium, that playground, that boulevard, have experienced the baptism of the years, as well as that a few sky-scraping sycamore trees, can only be forever remembered in the mind. Campus is still the same, things are not the original, only when the laughter of the students and the teacher's ear still ringing in the ear! I really want to use a paintbrush to describe its splendor and deep meaning, but how can not draw the childhood years of rolling iron circle partners and jumping ribbons little girl's silhouette; can not draw with their own rows of eighteen lines of the small classmates that the stern look and play a small speech of the fart boy that face full of bizarre; can not be drawn out of the mouth complaining about the teacher's discipline too serious face; can not be drawn out of that borrowed from you still have a residual warmth of that pen; can not draw out of each other to help each other's pure friendship! Love; can't draw the comfort of not having to make homework; can't draw the innocent romance of chasing on the playground; can't draw the slightly shy expression on the little girl that has been so exciting to me for a long time .........! I don't blame the paintbrush for shriveling up, there's just too much fun stored inside. All of this is still vivid, y engraved in the mind, is still so clear.
Leaving school, toward society, we went to the east and west in pursuit of a beautiful life. Certainly, we experienced the mountain to the countryside, join the army, and then in their respective workplaces to run, for the family to labor ceaselessly. Along the way, the road of life is not flat, and even some bumps, but we are not discouraged, still taking solid steps without stopping! Of course, many of us have not crossed the university door, but we still study hard, in the society of this big classroom, we learned the university curriculum can not be involved in the classics, and read the happiness and hardship of life! Certainly, you and I students in the tide of reform and opening up, did not become a powerful big money, modern tycoon, but we did not because of the material and the shortness of ambition, we still maintain a vigorous spirit of gas! Certainly, you and I did not mix with fellow students to high officials, get rich, but still broad-minded, open-minded, maintain a quotidian mind! Always give your mind a comfort, give life a real, give yourself a thank you impressed. Now we are old, looking back to look back, light and leisurely appreciation of our once irrigated expectations, the pursuit of dreams and paid the hard work.
Today's gathering, talk about life, the world is not cool, talking about the past. In the laughter, some people confessed their own forty-seven years ago the bad deeds; some people confessed that they had a female classmate's fascination. The jokes, even if they were one wild adventure at a time, sound meaningful today. The stories of the past, the truest, the purest, the most idiotic, a lot of clumsiness and recklessness have become anecdotal memories. Year after year, the clothes are changing, year after year, the face is changing, has not changed is to each other's heart. Today, when we meet, the most is to ask, the most is to feel, the most is still the memory of childhood. The friendship of this classmate, a piece of pure love, a sincere heart, are embodied in the meeting between this classmate's affection, from the pure age, are stored in the sesame seeds like tiny memory. Adults have no shyness of speech, in the humor and banter of the deployment, has long been the life of the sweet and sour narrative. Nowadays, you are still you, I am still me, and we each have new things to do: eating, dressing, picking up and dropping off our grandchildren, studying, and square dancing every day, as well as traveling long distances. Yo, nagging how there are so many endless things to say, youth does not age, we still have a lot of good things to do.
Coming and going in a hurry, get together is a kind of luxury, however, the love of the students, still constant temperature cellar in the heart. Open a altar of aged wine, it seems very fragrant, very sweet, very thick, very pure. This sweet wine, soft as syrup, refreshing the lungs, drunk to the heart of each person, the words of true love between classmates, has long made people full of tears. Drunk, drunk, willing! Heh! Wish to drunk it a thousand years do not wake up! In this sea of people, how fortunate we can become classmates? Become friends? It's fate! Those feelings of friendship sprouted from childhood, always is the pillar of our soul, whether it is thick or light, is far or near, it has always made us cherish, cherish *** with the passage of the years, cherish us together in the life of the little by little.
Ah! Reunion in the end is short-lived, although brimming up precipitation of emotion panoramic not exhaustive, we are all over the world, north and south, east and west. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! But in the end, we can not save you and me to stay, we each have a lot of things. However, "water is not blocked by stones, friendship is not alienated because of distance", we are sure that this forty-seven years of separation and reunion, the friendship between students will become more and more sincere, and we also look forward to: take care! Another ten years, twenty years, thirty years, youth does not age, we meet again! To be then staff country high years of reunion of students, that natural interest is more intense, there is a deep meaning!
I am sure you will come! And I will definitely come to meet with you all!
What do you all think of your own, golden student years When will we meet again, please leave your comments.