Narrative composition for senior high school students: sadness

Whether in study, work or life, many people have written compositions. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. I believe that many people will find it difficult to write essays. The following is a narrative essay for senior high school students that I carefully compiled: Sadness, for reference only. Everyone is welcome to read it. Narrative composition for senior high school students: Sadness 1

We are not hyperbolas, we do not always move forward infinitely without being able to intersect, we are not Beethoven, there is no separation that fills the Rhine River.

How sad would it be if you were not the sun and the clouds, not the night and the day, not like them who only miss you but cannot meet? A few years ago, my grandpa got seriously ill and underwent major surgery. During that time, my sky was gray, my mother was in the hospital all day, and we still went to school every day, but I was never really happy. With a sad breath. Fortunately, my grandpa recovered and is recovering well. Since then. I finally realized how important my family is to me, and I am glad that my family is always by my side and within my reach. It turns out that birth, old age, illness and death are inevitable, but now we understand that it’s not too late. But I am no longer sad, and I don’t want anyone else to be by my side.

Go to bed when you are tired and smile when you wake up. This is a simple and happy life. Your family and friends are all here, what more do you want? You are still unhappy about peace. Life is always beautiful. When you wake up in the morning, you can see that everything is alive. The warmth of the sun can also spread to your heart. If your heart is open, then you will look too high at the sky. The sky will always be clear and open. If you regard life as an abyss, life will not repay you with a good attitude. And I am willing to find another way out on the dead end, find a new way out in the quagmire, and prevent myself from falling into the bottom of sadness. If it were not for the permanent separation of life and death, I would never be heartbroken or feel pain again. When you take everything lightly, happiness is waving to you. Now I am no longer sad, because sadness can bring me nothing. You want to fly freely in the worry-free sky. And the great sorrow of those who are sad is that they are sad all the time.

After experiencing the pain of losing loved ones, I saw clearly the length of life, and finally I no longer should be sad about other things. The sun is always hot, the rainbow never loses its colors, and the perfect thing is that your family never leaves. The length of life is limited. In this short time, we should not have sadness. Even if it is raining in my city, the sun is shining brightly in my world. Senior year narrative composition: Sadness 2

Where is Tai? She went to a far away place and became the brightest star in the sky...

In 2008, Atai closed her eyes forever and never woke up again. She went , went peacefully in a quiet night.

Turn on the TV, and the Peking Opera on Channel 11 will sing non-stop. My wife loves to listen to this the most. When this melody rings in my ears, I can’t help but look at the sofa, where my wife is sitting again. After listening to the play, she hugged me and I sat on her lap, but this was an illusion after all. Auntai will never sit there again. Thinking of this, my eyes will turn red. After all, Auntai loved me the most when I was a child.

I remember one time I woke up crying because I dreamed that my wife was far away from me and I would never see her again...

Forget it!

Yeah, forget it, we can’t predict a person’s life or death. Life is so wonderful. Unknowingly, it comes, but it will also pass away quietly. If my wife could see it, she would definitely not want me to cry all the time.

It’s time for me to get over this grief and forget about this separation. Although some things in my daily life will still remind me of my longing for A Tai, A Tai’s spirit in heaven doesn’t want to see her. Let me cry for her!

Auntai’s position in my heart is greater than anyone else’s. I should learn to forget, not cry because it brings back some memories, and become strong. I should not let myself be in a sad state at any time. In emotion.

Forget, I want to forget the sadness.

Human life is very short, so you must live it wonderfully and happily. Face the world with a smile every day, and hope that A Tai will live happily on the other side. Senior year narrative composition: Sadness 3

That year, we were too young and easily made too many beautiful promises. But in the end it was shattered because we were young.

After that year, I understood, understood, and understood! Too many things cannot withstand the ravages of time. Looking back on the past, we suddenly realize that childhood dramas are so innocent!

That year, we were too young and thought that after these years, we had grown up! We can have what we wanted to have before, but who knows, because when we grow up, we not only have what we have, but also have a lot that we didn't expect. In this way, we, young people, crossed the finish line with tears in our eyes. The youthful drama is so poignant!

That year, we were too rational and always missed the past. When facing each other, we used reality to analyze it. Too much time was lost, and when we found out later that we couldn’t recover it, we found that we lacked the naivety and impulsiveness of our youth! We are missing many things that we were proud of in the past. How should we explain this regret? The grown-up drama is so sad!

When we have too much, we don’t cherish it; when we have too little, we sigh! Humans are a strange animal. They don’t know how to have a present. They always miss the past. What they lose is not only the past but also the past. Too much sadness makes people feel so sad, so ridiculous, and so helpless...

We met when we were lonely. In order to escape from loneliness, we cherished each other and thought that we were relying on each other. We use promises to convince ourselves that we are right! Because of the cruelty of reality, we hypnotize ourselves again and again. But we don’t understand that no matter how much we hypnotize ourselves, deceive ourselves, or fulfill this lie, one day it will still wake up. When we wake up from the dream, our heart will be even sadder at that time. We will only make ourselves more pitiful. ! But we can't find anyone who can understand us. They look at us with pity, ridicule, and absurdity. Then we laugh. How pathetic are we? This is the ending we don’t want to meet, the ending we have been avoiding! After all, we ended up with this ending. Who directed this ridiculous play and who starred in it? Ended by whom? A play that shouldn't have been staged was staged. We...who was at fault! Narrative composition for senior high school students: Sadness 4

Most people like spring because it is the season when life begins. Some people like summer because it has a strong and sincere sun; some people like autumn because it is the harvest season. And winter...

In the severe winter of March 9th, the cold wind is biting, and bursts of biting cold wind hit people. The coldness of winter brings people into a state of melancholy, loneliness and sadness. The cold of winter makes the heaven and earth change color and all things are amazed; the cold of winter makes people feel lonely and helpless.

Winter is a season that is criticized by people and called "indifferent and lonely". However, Dong Dong never gives up his responsibilities because of other people's accusations. He is nurturing spring.

The new wind in winter makes us sober and tenacious; the severe cold in winter teaches people how to struggle; the ruthlessness in winter makes people more confident that they can win the spring.

"Winter is coming, can spring be far behind?" In winter, our thoughts continue to mature, our will continues to strengthen, and our strength becomes increasingly stronger. Once the spring breeze blows, everything rushes to the forefront, full of vitality, colorful and colorful. It's like a bud blooming in one day. In winter, you sow the fair and auspicious snow, and sleep soundly with spring in your arms. But when your enemy comes, you are willing to turn into a river of spring water and selflessly nourish the earth. In this time full of praises of spring, you have disappeared forever in the history of this year. However, who will remember your selflessness and generosity? All that's left is people's indifference to you!

Winter, my aggrieved winter! You have given many people lasting strength and permanent self-confidence! Winter, you endure the humiliation and bear the heavy burden. Even though you have been on the cold cross for thousands of years, you never leave your post without permission and complain about injustice. You are still giving selflessly in this world.

Why shouldn’t winter’s selflessness and winter’s nobility be admired and cherished? Narrative composition for senior high school students: Sadness 5

Life is a joke. The more people see it, the more people will become indifferent. Leave and don't care.

Humble sobs, cheap tears, vain faces. The original sadness buries every inch of your skin bit by bit. Is it your inability to resist, or your silent acceptance.

Everyone has another world in their heart, which is the door to the heart. To me it is a mirror, projecting the opposite space.

Facing your own weaknesses is like facing the reverse side of a mirror. You're laughing, you're angry, you're sad. You are laughing at other people's sympathy, getting angry at your own cowardice, and crying for your own innocence.

Reality is like a fairy tale world. After twelve o'clock, the clock will ring midnight. Everything will dissipate like a bubble. You are hesitating, you are shouting, you want to hold on to this only memory, but time never pities you, it never stops passing.

When innocence meets reality, when your mask is revealed. Your weak heart is shown in reality, and your self-esteem tightly wraps you up and hides you. At this time, all you can do is raise the corners of your mouth to deceive yourself and smile at yourself. The remaining memories are fragmented and spliced ??in my mind. I said: "Are you all fools? Facing worthless tears to comfort me." You replied to me: "In the face of my loss, what is your concern for? ? Is it charity in the face of a joke?" I don't know why, maybe because I was too tired, I couldn't refute, I just watched your leaving figure quietly.

Perhaps it was an illusion, as if I heard a shattering sound in an instant, accompanied by a momentary sting. I think you may need compassion in life, so that you can find excuses for your sadness and gain a little peace of mind. "Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..." The clock is reminding me that time is passing by, but what about me? Facing the passing of time, what can I do?

The settling midnight is like an ink-colored river, containing my sadness, flowing quietly. Waiting for the moment when dawn breaks through the night... Narrative composition for senior high school students: Sadness 6

There are two paintings like this. In each painting, there is a large pot filled with porridge, surrounded by people. There is a group of people standing. Each of these people is holding a very long spoon in their hand. In one of the paintings, people are holding porridge with a spoon and feeding each other. They are all laughing happily, eating, Talking. In another painting, the people in the painting were each holding a long ladle to hold porridge and wanted to feed themselves, but the ladle was too long and they couldn't eat it at all. They were all sallow and emaciated, and miserable.

What is happiness? Happiness is giving and sharing with others; happiness is having fun with friends...

What is sadness? Sadness means not knowing how to help others, and not getting help from others and suffering alone; sadness means staying alone...

Have you ever seen such a story: There is a group of people, carrying They all carried long and heavy crosses, and they had to walk a long, long way to reach their paradise. They dragged heavy steps and walked very hard. One of them fell behind, far, far away from the group. Suddenly, he thought of a way - cut off a section of the cross. He immediately cut off a section of the cross, which made him very relaxed and happy, and in a moment he caught up with and surpassed the others. Soon he came to a deep and wide ravine. He was dumbfounded. His cross was too short and he couldn't cross at all. Others came forward one after another to build a bridge with their crosses and successfully reached the other side, but he could never reach the land of bliss.

This story allows us to understand this truth: happiness is an unknown hard worker, but he can reap results and gain happiness invisibly. But "Pandora's box has a seductive charm." Due to various reasons, some people opportunistically choose sadness. They do not know how to cherish the existing happiness, and in order to satisfy their selfishness, they embark on the road of no return. In order to seek greater benefits, we buried ourselves...and sorrow brought us huge disasters. Everything has led to tragedy - do people only know how to cherish after losing it?

Perhaps, happiness is a peak, and sadness is a trough. As long as those who are in the trough are willing to work hard and struggle, they can also reach the top. Senior Year Narrative Composition: Sadness 7

With a heavy heart, I returned to my hometown on Tuesday afternoon just to participate in the grandpa’s tomb-moving and burial ceremony.

I have attended many funerals in my hometown, but at most I have only seen people coming and going to express condolences, and I have seen the tombs of the deceased. However, this time, I saw the remains of the great-grandfather with my own eyes. .

That morning, the sky was dark and the whole village was shrouded in fog. We walked in the dark, carrying umbrellas and tools for two hours on the mountain road, before we arrived at the coffin of the grandpa. The adults took hammers and iron rods and smashed the stone slabs covering it bit by bit, preparing to collect the bones.

When I pried open the first stone slab, I saw that the person lying inside seemed to be no longer a person, but a set of shrouds. When the adults were searching for the remains, I realized that the bones were all "hidden" in the shroud. About half an hour later, the Taigong's bones were assembled. Looking at the Taigong's remains in front of me, I heard a little cry in my ears, but the expressions of more relatives were very serious, with a hint of sadness in their seriousness. Their eyes sparkled with tears, and they seemed to feel the pain of wanting to cry but not being able to.

Only those distant relatives of the great-grandfather cried bitterly in front of the remains of the great-grandfather. I looked at the sons and daughters of the great-grandfather, and there seemed to be no sadness on their faces. This made me a little surprised: Why did these people see the remains of their fathers but had no reaction, not even a few wailings, but people who were not close to the Grand Duke burst into tears?

On the way back, I walked silently. The wind on the mountain was a bit cold. The faces of those who were crying sadly now looked relaxed, while the Grand Duke’s children still had expressionless faces, like that. The cold sky. I suddenly realized that the deepest and truest sadness may be silent. Narrative composition for senior high school students: Sadness 8

In this rainy season, it always reminds me of my longing for you. In this rainy season, it always reminds me of all the unpleasantness. Braving the rain, drifting alone in the hazy filaments, my heart still stopped everything, stopped everything you hurt. Is the only one really the only one? It can't be denied? Maybe it's better now, but I don't want to give up.

What is the protection, will the promise be realized, and whether the hope of late spring is still hope. sunset. The sad and beautiful picture of the setting sun is just stored in the depths of memory, and everything is just an accidental embellishment. Where is the heart? Have fun. release. How many people think about whether it hurts or not when the fireworks in the corner of their eyes hurt?

I wrote down one thing after another in my code book that I didn’t want others to know. When I got tired of writing, I savored the nonsense. Is adolescence really different? How come it's so easy to break up with someone? The next second, it was over. I raised my head and saw the cross-stitch. It was not very beautiful, but it was worthy of your answer as light as water. The two of them walked side by side on campus. No one said anything, they just didn't want to give up. Helplessness always became helplessness.

Friends are two hearts that treat each other sincerely, rather than one heart beating another heart. I just haven't figured it out yet. When I suddenly understood it, was it too late? Will time wait for anyone? Wait for me or wait for your accidental review or sudden discovery, a touch of clarity, a touch of hurt, no more belief, no more tears. The last reservation is still for you. Regretful and heartbroken, is the prescription still the same: We will always be good friends. Although the words are said, the love is not, and we no longer belong to the original.

The rain stopped, and the recovery was over. I walked forward slowly, but I couldn’t reach the end of the road. Buried my longing for you! Senior year narrative composition: Sadness 9

Five months after I came into the world, I began to live with my grandma. In this way, my grandma raised me until I was in elementary school.

When I was in preschool, my grandma would come to school to pick me up no matter whether it was sunny or rainy. After arriving home, she always used to ask me: "Xinxin, are you hungry? If you are, grandma will prepare delicious food for you! Are you thirsty?..." She is like this, always thinking about others and her own. Nothing can be done. I feel both happy and helpless to have such a grandma. Fortunately, I have such a kind-hearted grandma; but unfortunately, she always considers others, and even said "it doesn't matter" when she was sick.

Such days continued until one day half a year later. After school this afternoon, I was waiting for my grandma at school as usual, but after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait, but my grandpa came. I rushed forward and said: "Grandpa, where is grandma? Why didn't she come to pick me up?" Grandpa said to me with a pale face: "Grandma is sick, come, go home with grandpa..." I cried loudly: "I If you don't obey, I will ask grandma." Grandpa was very impatient and said angrily: "They say grandma is sick. Why are you so disobedient? If you don't leave, I will beat you..." I had no choice but to follow grandpa home. I didn’t see my grandma for the next few months. As time passed, I began to suspect that Grandpa must be hiding something from me. I couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, where is grandma?" The answer was silence. I asked him again: "Grandpa... Where is grandma?" There was still silence for a while. I cried and shouted loudly: "Grandpa——, do you hear me calling you?" He remained silent.

I cried louder and louder and ran out.

Another two months later, I finally learned a piece of news that I didn’t want to know—grandma passed away. When I heard the news, my eyes were covered by a layer of white mist. I cried again.

Grandma passed away, how could I not be sad? Narrative composition for senior high school students: Sadness 10

Sadness, the cry of tears. Injury, the continuation of pain.

Sadness is the most painful emotion in the world.

What is my so-called sadness? Are you arguing with your family and crying sadly? No, this is not sadness. Are you crying because of a fight with your classmates? No, it's not. Are you crying because you were wronged by others? No, this is not sadness.

We all must know about the Sichuan earthquake. Can you feel the sadness of those victims? Can you understand the feeling of losing a loved one in an instant? None of us can. Can you imagine their loss? None of us can.

If I could exchange sadness with them, even a little bit, I don’t think I can bear it, because I have never experienced the collapse of a house or the loss of a loved one in an instant. But if the little bit of grief I bear can help them move on from their grief, then I am willing.

Can we imagine the sadness of these disaster victims seeing their originally prosperous cities turned into ruins? No, it cannot. I want to exchange these sorrows with them, but I don't dare. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it.

I have a home, relatives, and school. I am much happier than them. I have a home, although it is not luxurious and a bit shabby, but it is not a ruin. I have school, and although it's busy there, it's fulfilling. I have relatives, and although they often talk about me, they sound very nice.

Looking at the ruins on TV, I couldn’t help but feel ashamed: I often talked back to my parents at home. My parents were sitting there and asked me to pour them a cup of tea. I was unwilling and even contradicted them on the spot. They said: "You usually ask me to do housework and say you want to train me, but what about you? You don't even set an example for me." Whenever I ask them for pocket money, they always refuse to give it to me and say , asking me to save from childhood. After hearing this, I became angry again and said, "If you don't want to give it, don't give it to save you the pain. I'm very generous to myself. I spend one or two thousand a month, but I don't give it to you if I ask for it. I'm really stingy!" Now! , I understand that my parents are doing it for my own good, but I contradict them like this and break their hearts. I really shouldn’t.

I think: exchanging sadness will make people understand each other better and build a bridge of communication between people. Narrative composition for senior high school students: Sadness 11

Misplaced sadness

It turns out that we are all small grains of sand in the world. They have different essences, but recall and savor similar experiences.

We are all stubborn children. You are so stubborn that you don’t want to tell others, “I’m so sad.” You are so stubborn that you don’t want others to see you cry.

And we are all emotional children. When we are sad, we can think of each other, and can't help but talk about our past, and then feel like we have known each other inexplicably, and warm each other.

The sun is always bright and dazzling, just like our young lives, flamboyant but helpless. We can't do anything, so we are always feeling sad for no reason. What are you feeling sentimental about? Everyone has different dreams. Maybe.

We are tired of it and have seen too much.

The sharp and piercing thing behind the smile is hypocrisy. Sometimes it seems vulgar and reminds me of my former self.

You are tired and want to let go of your burden, right? Ask yourself, can you let go? Can you forget it?

We are all sensitive animals, but we are reluctant to let go of many things, or we cannot bear to lose them. It's not greed, it's just that you don't know where you will end up after giving up.

I also believe that if we find the road, we will definitely give up the fruits along the way. Because we know that it will be very tiring to carry heavy fruits on the road.

Giving up may be a kind of relief and a kind of luck.

Thousands of helplessness, sadness, loneliness, loneliness, thousands of nights with tears, millions of moments of joy and sorrow, millions of misses, millions of sorrys, millions of tapes With a sad smile.

You said not to cry, I said not to cry, and then we both shed tears.

I have seen a lot and thought a lot. We held hands and shed tears. We always complain that things go against our expectations, but we also know to be satisfied.

We are people who laugh easily, but tears are also cheap.

Youth, youth, is misplaced sadness. Senior year narrative composition: Sadness 12

You asked: "What do I look like?"

I said: "Water flowing in the creek."

I asked : "What do I look like?"

You said: "A drop of water in the sky."

You are not as capable of carrying all things as the ocean, and not as lively and interesting as a pond. You are just the water flowing in the stream. Although it is clear, it always carries a touch of sadness and helpless loneliness.

I am a drop of easy water, I can blend into anything, no matter how small the gap, no matter how difficult the river, I can walk without hesitation. There will be no leaving, only forgetting, or time.

I fall into your world, accompany you, and wipe away your loneliness and sadness.

I told myself, I can, be with you and become a perfect arc in this forest. Maybe I can only help you get rid of a trace of melancholy in your heart and wipe away the drop of invisibility in the corner of your eyes. tears.

If you can find a better one, I will leave as the sun calls. The relationship between us is like water, flowing quietly, gently and slowly. Then I will hide in a corner of the clouds, calming the wind, and watch you silently. Blessings to you. It flows between us like water, and there will be no more sadness.

Water is a flowing liquid and transparent. I thought the friendship between us was also such pure white. Haha, I was just deceiving myself. It was just a dream, a dream that I longed for but could not reach. When I woke up, everything was over and there was nothing left. Flow through like water, through time, through memories.

Why, you left me a nightmare, why did you lie to me, was everything in the past fake? You disappoint me so much, I'm tired! Tired of being with you. How should I face you? Should I be a drop of water again and fly back to heaven?

I cried!

Crystal tears dripped on my hands. I didn’t understand why I was crying. Was it worth crying?

Tomorrow, will it still be like water? We... Senior year narrative composition: Sadness 13

The late summer sunshine shines through the dense pine needles into the shades of the trees, seemingly rippling, rippling with rich vitality.

I entered the school with brisk steps, feeling very happy. I smiled and said hello to the teacher, but saw the teacher looking at me meaningfully. I was a little overwhelmed. I ran into the classroom quickly, sat down, took out a book, and started reading. "Hey, have you heard? We are changing class representatives." "

I heard it. I heard it in the teacher's office last time." I heard the students talking about each other. It’s about changing class representatives. My heart skipped a beat and I smiled bitterly. It turned out that I was laid off less than a week later. It was so sad. I turned my face away, stopped paying attention, and pretended to read the book seriously, facing it calmly, even if it was just on the surface. After a while, the teacher came to inform me of the news. His eyes were full of comfort and his words were very tactful, but he just told me that it was inappropriate. I faced it calmly, but I was still a little sad and sad...

After the teacher left, I looked out the window in a daze, watching the white clouds appear on this side of the blue sky. I slipped to that side again and watched the flocks of birds flying freely in the sky, and the crowds playing and playing in the teaching building opposite... I stretched out my hands to catch the jumping sunshine, and the warmth was transferred to the palms of my hands. , and then passed to my heart. The sadness seemed to be diluted, and my heart became full again.

That time, I was sad! "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes." So no matter what, we should use a new attitude to welcome our future! Senior year narrative composition: Sadness 14

I am really afraid of being alone. So, I kept talking and talking and talking. I'm afraid that I'll suddenly have nothing to talk to you about, and I'm afraid that you'll suddenly disappear.

Every time you take a long time to reply to a text message, I always feel silently angry, thinking, I won’t pay attention to you! Never go there again, never see you again! But... my footsteps have become accustomed to the route... I have become accustomed to loving you.

I don’t know why you occupy such a big place in my heart. Others are against us being together, this is the only time I insist, although now, we are not together yet. In fact, I really hate myself. I feel that I am not beautiful and have a bad figure. I actually hate looking in the mirror. I hate seeing myself ugly. Although others say I am beautiful and have a good figure, but... I still feel so inferior. Yes. The real me is actually very inferior. I have a deep, raging inferiority complex. It always devours me crazily when I am alone. Then, I will think about your girlfriend and others saying that she is pretty, and then I will feel even more inferior, sad, and... psychologically distorted. Maybe, I am a psychopath. Every time I write a diary using this unknown account, I always...always want to cry. Because I will feel like I am losing you. I dare not tell anyone how I feel. At this time, I am very decadent.

Every time I pretend not to care, but I care to death, I am jealous, jealous of your girlfriend, Because, she can be said outright by you, and she exists behind you. I hate it when you mention her, I get angry, so angry. Alone, secretly angry. It’s funny. It turns out that you have to be like this when you are angry. Not bad

I love you so much. I feel the repressed feelings surging... I don't like you, because I love you! Deeply, love! With you!

I won’t cry, I will only bleed, and my heart will bleed with pain.

That book is called The Left Cheek of the First Kiss. I like that name so much...I love you so much, I love you so much! Narrative composition for senior high school students: Sadness 15

Life is a long journey, and I believe that everyone has a different path in life. On this road of life, it is impossible for anyone to accompany us forever, because we still need to grow and mature. One day we will part ways. No matter how that day comes, you must be who you are now! Maybe saying goodbye is not sadness, maybe saying goodbye is just another kind of love!

Worrying about gains and losses

Perhaps, life is like this, youth is like this. Neither can stay with the other for long. There will always be a day when we leave, and friends will also part ways. Although the scene of parting always makes people sad, we always have to accept the reality! It is impossible for our parents to stay with us all our lives. One day, we will have our own jobs and our own careers. Maybe this kind of life will be more exciting! There are many worries about gains and losses in life. Similarly, we also have many, many regrets! There are many people in life who take things for granted, but we still have to experience all this! Perhaps, after experiencing worries about gains and losses, and experiencing people leaving, we will become more mature! Maybe we will be better when we mature!

Another kind of love

Perhaps, saying goodbye is not sadness, but knowledge of another kind of love! Because we can't always be held in the palm of others' hands, we must also learn to grow and grow up. In this way, we will become better! Maybe, farewell is not sadness, but another kind of love. As we grow up and time changes, just as time passes, we never forget the beginning. Farewell is a kind of growth. Only when we are helpless can we become strong! We will say goodbye to the past and the weak us! Go meet a new day and meet a different self!

Saying goodbye is not sad, saying goodbye is not sad. Maybe we will live a better life after saying goodbye. Maybe we will grow up after saying goodbye. Not as naive as before. Because you changed into me now! Treat farewell as a kind of strength and believe that you will be better!

Farewell is not sadness, turn farewell into strength, turn farewell into motivation to move forward. I believe that I will be even better in the future!