Memories on campus are scattered and dull; There are joys and sorrows. There are happiness and sadness in the plain.
Close your eyes and clearly remember the scene of that day: the green leaves of buttonwood trees rustle in the breeze on campus, and the air is filled with the unique fresh breath of plants. A group of childish children in the teaching building are celebrating the end of the final exam. It seems that the relaxed mood has not passed for a long time. From the deep radian of their corners of the mouth, we can clearly know that they are really happy at the moment. Paper airplanes are constantly hovering on the playground, bearing their happiness and dreams.
That was the memory of the last day of my primary school career. At that time, we spent time in laughter, but we didn't know that what was waiting for us was the fate of separation.
Stepping into a new campus and new class, there is too much helplessness and sadness in the smile. Time passed day by day, gradually diluting our beautiful memories and indestructible feelings. The affectionate greetings in the past were brushed aside by the expressions when they met. Tears swirled in my eyes, but I was determined not to let them flow out. You may forget the time when we used to sprint on the playground; Cautious scenes when catching tadpoles in the wild; Comfort me in a low voice when you see me sad and upset.
So many memories, remember? Really forgot. Like amnesia, I can't remember it anymore. Why can't we go back now? I think a wall has clearly separated us. You look at me for a while and at the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close.
3. Campus memory
Five years passed quickly, and I will graduate soon. At this moment, the ups and downs on campus come together, turn into a boat of memories and sail to the place where I described my childhood.
Sour-the annual sports meeting is about to begin. As a relay athlete, I practice hard every time I go to physical education class (because I was the first in the relay races of previous sports meetings). The good times didn't last long, because I ran too much. Before long, I had asthma again. How can I compete? In desperation, I had to ask for leave and find someone to replace me. On the day of the sports meeting, looking at the lithe figures of the athletes, I couldn't help but recall my "heroic spirit": like a fine horse galloping on a green football field, two horns fluttering in the wind … Ah! I am intoxicated! But now, I'm just a cheerleader. Think of that scene, my heart is sour, not a taste!
Sweet-hehe, on June 1st this year, the teacher told me a news that made me almost breathless with joy: I won the second prize in composition writing and on-site composition at school! Yes, a hard work, a harvest, I think at the beginning, I went home every day, the first thing was not to do homework, but to be busy revising my composition, revising it over and over again, crying over and over again. Finally, my article won the prize! A kind of joy and excitement arises spontaneously, as if in a dream.
Bitter-the exam is coming and the homework is twice as much as usual. It seems that you will stay up late at night! Sure enough, eyes hanging on the sea of questions, head sinking under the sea of questions, is really a pain that ordinary people can't understand! Also, if you don't do well in the exam, you will not only be scolded, but it is also difficult to eat green fried bitter gourd when you go home!
Spicy-when the final exam arrived, I walked into the examination room with a big smile on my face and confidently waited for the invigilator to hand out the papers. I worked hard when I got the test paper, but I just did it for 5 minutes and got stuck! It's no use puzzling over this problem. What should I do? Ho ho ... that hero, come and help me! "Students, there are still 30 minutes!" What! I have a composition to write! "Classmates, it's time!" Ah! What a tragedy! The number of words in my composition is still far from enough At the moment, my heart is burning like dozens of bottles of Chili sauce.
Looking at the bricks, tiles, grass and trees on campus, staring at the front, I heartily recalled. ...