The music of summer is gone, soaring in autumn, looking for its ancient base.
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Flowers bloom in spring, the sun is like fire in summer, the golden wind is cool in autumn, and it is freezing in winter. A year's time has passed quietly in this snap of your fingers. Ordinary changes in time will not make us care at all, but dribs and drabs can cross the water like wicker, causing ripples in our hearts and making us more yearning and attached.
In my memory, the music that seeped through the window at 2: 20 that summer became an inseparable part of my school life. It is it that adds some bright colors to my busy academic life without laughter.
It's really hot, and it's just afternoon, and the sleeping bug has wandered over the classroom. The students in the classroom stagger, and everyone seems to be fighting the sandman. The only thing I can hear is the slight sound of chalk hitting the blackboard. At this time, we are like a still water. If we throw a stone into it, we will not make any movement.
The teacher on the podium was about to scold us a few words, but at that moment, it seemed as if a breeze was blowing across my cheeks. I saw a flash of light in my dim eyes, and everyone straightened up and felt bored. This scene left the teacher speechless, but we noticed the teacher's expression and smiled unconsciously. The classroom was full of happy laughter. I looked at my watch. Yes, it is exactly 2: 20. The tune of the familiar nursery rhyme came from the end of the street on time with the roar of the car.
God seems to be playing a joke on us and sending an episode to our class, so that we can laugh away the sleepy people wandering in the heat. At this time every day in summer, there is always a sprinkler, playing nursery rhymes briskly, wandering in our campus and gradually disappearing into the heat wave. At this time, I looked around, and my classmates were very relaxed, smiling naturally and gesturing to each other with their eyes, as if it were our own little fun. Even sometimes the teacher is infected by the atmosphere in our classroom, and a smile appears on the original serious face. In the eyes of others, the prosaic nursery rhymes played by sprinklers bring joy and joy every day, as if water vapor is blowing on our faces, and that coolness moistens our hearts. I know, that's a little happiness that our class (7) enjoys.
Although it only appears for dozens of seconds every day, and we have never seen the appearance of a car, the nursery rhyme still echoes in our minds, as if making us become inexperienced children again and playing freely all day. When I was in the ninth grade, I rarely heard such comfortable laughter. In this kind of eye contact, I realized a silent tacit understanding. In the nursery rhymes played by the sprinkler, we supported each other with laughter and spent one difficult summer after another. Unfortunately, after several visits, the sprinklers came late, until finally, the music we eagerly expected disappeared in the autumn wind. Every time I think about it, I can't help sighing, as if I have lost one of my closest friends. What I can do is to keep this rare joy and happiness in my heart. It may be puzzled and ridiculed by outsiders, but it doesn't matter, because it is an invaluable wealth for the people in Class 7.
This year will be another hot summer. I looked at the clouds floating in the sky, as if the years had passed by in a hurry. When will the music start again at 2: 20 in summer? ...
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