Before I knew it, I had graduatedfromjunior high school.
This is theendof the first trimester, which means that we have to say goodbye to my three years of school and the students who have spent three years together. And we are greeted by an unknown world.
In the past, always listening to the parents say that cherishing the good youth, the time waits for the words, the mind always not to think,. Now, I am deeply aware of the meaning of time. There was no one in the night, and there was silence all around, and the curtain of the school often appeared before my eyes. The golden state military training, the wuli river games, the wal-mart post experience, the visit to the juvenile canal in the sea... Its all just as clear as it has been. But its farfromus.
In the past, I would not return again, as Mr Zhang said, but no one would step into the same river twice. The only thing that can be left for us is memory. Every time I remember those who cried and laughed with me, the little things that happened in the school, and the thought of never coming back, I cried for it.
I will go to high school. I will meet new friends there, but I will not forget my junior high school life.
