The smoke away, filled, the flowers over there and gone.
Once upon a time, the sky is blue, the water is very clear, the tree is green. A group of wanton girl smiled and plaid skirt swing two, the summer on the past.
But as yesterday paid little attention; avoiding Mrs Again, looking at and may not and. Stretch hand to touch, but disappeared. The flowers which go to? This year, how have you been?
That smile bad fibrillation on the flowers, whether laughter still, shin again? The sentimental static, whether to still writing your own mood? That kind of the stray cat home with ling, is still holding a thankful heart smile to the life? The cantankerous fat girl tianjin, is still persist one's old ways, individual character is dye-in-the-wood?
Dare not look back, be afraid the tears happen one thousand! However, summer is destined to leave. Look at the campus people come and go, how don't touching your heart?
Remember at that year, everybody is very serious, very sad. In April, someone doomed not to take tests, they are unripe. Save we work hard, struggling to prepare for the, for the few places, key which! We said, working together. In September, meet in the sand. But, you know, parting is inevitable, who to who? Unexpected. At last class, no teacher, the classroom at sixes and sevens, autograph album had long been wet several times. Never know who is on the head, we, four class, all the students, made the first (tomorrow will be better). Just, tomorrow really will be better? In the fractious at a time like skylight, and Duan the path and way. I stand at a crossroads, don't know that have our memories, we will again be to where. Panic, (like vines, rising inflation. In July, I often cried during the night. My in front a dark and trying to catch something, spread out his hands, only air.
Some say, graduation is a window, and we bump broken it, and then stepping on a sharp pieces walk over and the flesh and blood of fuzzy start a completely different life.
In the past year, experience so many, I just want to say, parting is in order to better tomorrow together. Just who will tell me, when, in the meeting?
The flowers, where have you been?
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