How to write the leave note for the reunion?

To the 53rd Alumni Association

Venue: Floor 2, Fengshuang Building, No.1 Middle School, hongjiang city, Hunan, People's Republic of China (PRC).

(The First University of Hongjiang Ancient City with a long history)

Existence time: September1979-July 1980.

Chinese teacher: Teacher Zhang Shushen (head teacher with basket).

History teacher: Li (an old gentleman with a dramatic accent)

English teacher: Mr. Liang Hengji (fatherly and kind old teacher)

Mr. Jiang Bingkun (white-haired man with vague Chinese and clear English)

Geography teacher: Teacher Deng (an old man with a slight hunchback and hale spirits)

Math teacher: Mr. Zhong Wenxiang

Political teacher: Teacher Li (Master of Education in Huaihua District, Weizhen)

Academic Supervisor of the Board of Education: Mr. He Youwen

Monitor: Li Jisheng. Vice President: Thank you. Secretary of Youth League Branch: Fan Xiangjiang. (partial fuzzy memory)

Actual number: I really can't remember clearly. It was a clear but vague black-and-white photo, engraved on the heart wall, even though the intestines were full of fat brains.

Reason for leave: it's not that I don't want to come, it's that you change quickly!

Thirty years of dust, thirty years of sex, thirty years of vicissitudes, thirty 365 days,

Students, I miss you so much every day! Do you believe it? )

I'm in Class 53! There is only one level 53 in life, which I miss and entangle. Class 53 represents the teenagers in my middle school. The memory of time, who has no troubles, has troubles and cannot be destroyed.

Broken table, dusty old wooden floor, "summer night, winter night, ... wind and frost buildings, lighting, ... classmates, review ..."

For a long time, I have been fascinated by staying in the classroom with only books and smiles. For a long time, I don't want to go back alone, with dust and vicissitudes ... although my temples are not white, the local accent is still there. Because, under the 100-level pier under the weathered teaching building, the students on the left and right sides will never look back.

This is a whole, a black and white graduation photo. There are only so many memories left in the past 40 years, just like precious scrolls. I'm afraid people will touch them easily. I don't want that old graduation photo to be divided into single photos one by one. I don't want to be separated again, so I am extremely selfish and worried that something will destroy Class 53 in my mind and mercilessly tear up my black-and-white photo.

I understand that if you take it apart and look at each individual, you may have some different imaginations in your heart.

Thank you! I was fifteen years old that year, and I was arranged by fate to be in a space with you, looking up and waiting stupidly. Reading aloud for the expectation of being called "the future" is a story that graduation photo fixed me and you at that time. Class 53 gave me a relief that you may not understand, freed me from the struggle of a rogue teenager who was almost classified as a street teenager, and made my teenager happy in innocence. I feel an outspoken friendship, as well as affectation and self-serious innocence. Fortunately, I am in the same classroom with you, breathing the same air, laughing and cursing, calling a spade a spade, and I can't tell joy from hate.

Of course, I also gave you the innocence of fifteen to sixteen years old, with an innocent smile!

A green or ripe body, sitting in class 53 in a daze. At that time, many of us were still developing physically and mentally at the same time, but they were all serious boys and girls, all neat virgins (administrative level: director level, equivalent to county regiment level), and some chests and pockets were full of emotions and dreams, although they were all plain; Everyone's mind is like the water in Yuanjiang, cleaner and clearer than that. Since then, young girls' desire for love has sprouted. Some people began to love each other. Some people first know the bitterness of unrequited love. Without being thieves, they also know what it means to have a guilty conscience, and their faces are going red. Some people say it's flushing, and some people have lung disease. ..... You can read your favorite smile in boring math textbooks ... Although everyone's future is as high as the blue sky and as elusive as floating clouds, we are all deceiving ourselves and being excited.

Thirty years ago, in the summer of 1980, in a hurry, no one had time to say goodbye to anyone, no party, no message, no tears of parting, and no reluctant wave at the school gate.

That year, we all set off coldly from Class 53. From then on, we are all travel-stained, covered with the dust of impure fame and fortune, and we have been riding a tiger in life since the moment we left Class 53. We used to be very close, and society and utility have rudely pulled us away from the desk, or we have never remembered or forgotten, and we all vaguely feel that we can't come back here.

Now we are all adults and have a lot of thoughts.

I really don't want to brush away the dust of 30 years in old photos, nor do I want to arouse the unsolved problems in other people's lives. I can't guarantee that I can still listen to the other person's heart with peace of mind and really wipe the tears on his or her face? I think even if we meet again, no one can give me that happy smiling face in graduation photo.

When the word "old" is collocated, I am afraid to see the old spots on my classmates' faces, the wrinkles caused by years and the vicissitudes of white hair, and I can't see the youth and beauty of boys and girls I imagined. Still afraid of the hypocrisy of that face, laughing so furtively and sweetly. ..... I want to keep vague and unclear one after another. It's too realistic to see clearly, but it's too realistic to see clearly.

I know; They have all gone away and fallen into the world of mortals.

Who has real liberation? There are dual parents, uncles, brothers and aunts, husbands and wives, lovers, concubines, children and even people who are Sun Ruyi; There are countless leaders, bosses and superiors; There are subordinates, colleagues, and buddies, all tired to death, but they have to dress up as encouragement and happiness, looking at dying faces in distress situation, and there are many puzzled smiles.