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We have all lost it, and the inner helplessness that can't be hindered is deeply rooted. So I began to get used to loneliness, and I no longer sought companionship for fear of loneliness like a child. The loose sand of emotions slowly precipitates in my heart, and I won't cry and laugh at every turn, only the last silence is left. Just thinking of her, I can't help but raise a warm bonfire in my heart.

a gust of wind can't stay, and you can only rely on your feelings. When you think about it, all the past, whether happy or sad, are gone with the wind. The river is always rolling away, but it never flows away; The moon is full and round, but it doesn't decrease or grow in the end. In the long river of memory, the past is like smoke, but she has never gone far. I never had a formal farewell with her. After the final bell of the senior high school entrance examination rang, the road that we walked side by side for many years was a little short, and left and right, we seemed to be separated.

"If you didn't say goodbye, were you sad, turned around with a few smiling faces, and unwilling to be willing?"

When we first entered the third grade, we all had not lost our childishness, and we were brave as newborn calves who were not afraid of tigers, and we were still fighting, as if we didn't know that those frolicking scenes could only be used for memories one year later.

Now it seems that life in that year was relaxed and comfortable, but the feeling at that time was bitter. The courage of entering the third grade seems to have been scared away by the first monthly exam, and the rich extracurricular activities have gone and never looked back. What followed was the aggravation of learning tasks, hastily ending the new curriculum and starting the so-called real trip to Grade Three. Schools and classes began to appear "not bitter and not tired, the third grade is tasteless;" If you don't fight hard, it's equal to living in vain. The children who were forced to grow up began to study hard. At that time, they should really have a golden house in their books.

There are more and more examination papers, including unknown so's review papers, simulation papers, real questions papers, and Huanggang paper, which I hated most in my youth. The two giant snakes, Peiyou and Tuition, ruthlessly squeezed the holidays to be slimmer and slimmer, and the class representatives updated their homework at a speed comparable to the spread of cancer cells. Under the so-called heavy pressure, there is a brave man. The rebellious period between me and her came face to face without knowing it.

if we don't get crazy, we'll be old.

The classroom is horribly quiet. It is a suffocating silence. I don't know whether it's blue sky outside the window or another wall. The inner agitation became more and more obvious, and finally, the small universe broke out. We smashed the test paper that we hated, left the homework that we knew we would never finish, and fled the heavy classroom with joy and ran to our freedom. The heavy rain seemed to pour down as if it were an appointment with us. At that moment, the feelings that had been suppressed for a long time were released freely. We shouted and ran wildly, and time seemed to pause, so the world in the rain was just ours. We laughed and rowed, and became rain men. The rain came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Two tired children lay down, but the absent stars in the night sky appeared in a relaxed and pleasant imagination, closed their eyes and were dotted with stars.

after a heavy rain, everything returned to calm. The birch on campus is yellow and green, and there is a trace of warmth in the long cold air. At that time, I saw that she was blue, and my happiness was the clouds floating when she looked up at the sky. I remember that day, the sun was just right, and the swing in the back garden flew very high. The sun shone on her face, which made her more serious. She said, "Although the distance is far, there must be a distance." Looking up at those eyes, though they are small, they shine with unusual firmness-I was moved.

So, we got up early, and we appeared on campus in the morning. She led me to an abandoned rooftop, with a sense of time between bricks and tiles. The wall is engraved with the great goals of seniors and sisters and the ambiguity hidden in youth. At that time, we also made a wish to leave this town and go to a prosperous big city. The paper plane turned a few somersaults, adjusted its direction and flew farther, and we also leaned out our heads along the sunshine to the other side of our dreams. That rooftop, bearing the test center of political history or the unwillingness of young people, is more about the future.

time is rushing away, what's left?

the wind blows away winter, and it's spring again. On the branches, there are young leaves, such as a stage, on which stands spring. Spring girl carefully dragged the time forward. Unconsciously, there are only one hundred days left. In the last stage of long-distance running, we sprint together, and in this hopeful season, we strive to move forward towards the bright side.

"I swear, in the last 1 days, I will go all out, with high morale and full confidence, to compete in the examination room ..." The 1-day swearing-in meeting is like a shot in the arm, and it has been severely pounded in our hearts. In order to live up to parents' expectations, teachers' high hopes and more youthful ideals, I can't help whipping myself to increase the acceleration of running, chase the power of lightning and walk against the wind.

Life is always made up of small farewells, but I never thought that small farewells would come so quickly that I would be separated from my dear friends before the senior high school entrance examination. In a competition, Xueba's friends were recruited into Class 4+2 of the local high school and entered the high school in advance. We both stayed, but we couldn't hide our inner fluctuations. On the day they left, we said goodbye with a good smile and let each other's smiling faces come to mind. I only blame that I was young and choked back, and the liquid in my eyes was still rolling.

"We will meet again and wait for you in high school!" That sentence is still repeating, looking at the back drifting away, tears blurred, and that little point disappeared in the vast sea of people. My thoughts drifted away with them, perhaps just like a doll held in my hand when I was a child, which moved and I couldn't find it. It's just that childhood is very simple. I lost my beloved doll, cried for a while and forgot it the next day. The more I grow up, the more anxious I am, reluctant and helpless. Perhaps parting is also a kind of growth, and this parting has written some question marks for the future.

if you dream of going far, are you still at the origin?

The cicada was accompanied by the last summer, which was a little noisy. The countdown on the blackboard has changed from three digits to a thin two digits. The left hand is worrying about the simulated test results, and the right hand doesn't know how to fill in the volunteer book, so I feel vaguely uneasy. A paper of volunteers sent us to the first crossroads in our lives, with different advantages and disadvantages. Or confused or firm, there is no reason to walk on their own roads.

"I don't want to study in a normal school!"

Normal school, which has always been sought after by parents and teachers, is free of tuition, easy to find a job, stable in salary, and has weekends, winter and summer vacations ... These seem to be excellent in the eyes of those who step into society, especially for girls, and there is no need to worry about a stable life in the future. It is simply a rare opportunity. And she, the "good girl" in the eyes of this teacher and parents, has been resisting this time. Aunt tried to persuade her, and she also tried to persuade her mother to let her go to high school. But the result is like a nail hitting a nail, hurting each other and failing.

She has always longed to be like an office worker on TV. Although it is very hard, she is full every day. Doing the management industry that you like, no matter how hard it is, it is just the driving force for white-collar workers. She said that she always wanted to experience the bitter taste before the sweet taste of working hard from a small worker to a white-collar worker. What she pursues is not that stability, but persistence in her dreams and fearlessness. Perhaps, like a tumbler, it is her belief that she will stand up after falling down and never be defeated.

She is still resisting, and even secretly changed her aunt's application form. Unexpectedly, the Tao is one foot high and the magic is ten feet high. Aunt asked the teacher for two volunteer papers, and the last one was filled in by the normal college. I didn't give up until the two days of the senior high school entrance examination, and deliberately left two big questions blank. It was probably fate playing tricks on people. Even so, she was selected as the last teacher. After the semi-finals, she still wanted to play tricks, but her always silent father sent a circle of friends to congratulate her and cheer for her. The whole family was very happy with her "choice". After all, I am fifteen years old, so I can't be so "selfish". Because of my parents' face, I have to obey.

She stopped making noise and accepted it calmly. As her parents wished, she successfully passed the semi-finals and interviews, and perhaps the future people's teachers have been seated. The carnival of a group of people is a person's loneliness, and that unyielding face reflects more loneliness.

"are you okay?"

"maybe relieved. Mom did that just to make me less tired and relaxed, and also to lighten my father's family burden. Secretly tell you, my parents met in this normal school. "

"Well, are you willing?"

"I can't tell what I've been pursuing for so many years, whether it's an ideal or a dream. However, I still want to go to high school. "

"I still want to go to high school" is still ringing in my ears. I can't measure whether I am helpless or unwilling. Her favorite kapok is still open outside the window, and it is still very beautiful.

Those summers can't come back just like youth, and dreams can only be replaced by reluctance.

Time is something that people can't catch off guard. There is wind and rain in sunny days, so we can't seize the day and miss the past.

at first, we were on the same train, thinking that we would sail far away together; Halfway, we got off at different places, and later, we didn't even have a chance to get on the same bus.

In September, I left the small town and was admitted to the city high school. She also went to a further normal college. It seems that we have all realized our wish to leave that year, but it seems that we are getting farther and farther away.

Life in high school is very fast, and it is normal to be in a hurry. I know that these efforts are the only way to realize my dreams, and no one can win by luck. What you try to do today is hard, but what happens in the future is a gift. I passed through the kapok forest in my spare time and felt that she was always with me. Recalling the past, the eventful years are thick, and we once had the happiness of suffering together.

I've heard my parents often mention her, but compared with me, she is laid-back. Envy? No, maybe I still feel sorry. I can't forget that unyielding face and those firm eyes. I think I will keep moving forward with two dreams.

Generally, Feng will tell her for me: "I'll help you bring back the story where you can't go."

Time flies, I met many people and experienced many things, but I still miss her.