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Twenty-seven years of time have polished the once green, tender, and smooth faces into faces that have experienced vicissitudes of life, ravines, undercurrents, and saggy skin.
That year, we were all young and high-spirited; that year, we were so innocent and innocent, reading at night by candlelight for our common dream; that year, we were in the examination room, delivering answers in order to The note was scolded by the teacher; that year, we were so feudal, and boys and girls never spoke to each other; that year, we were so happy, taking the lead on the court and in the competition; that year, we were so happy, sending postcards to each other True friendship; that year, we were so sad again, dejected by the separation...
Then, we lost contact. The heart of a young man is a kite that is easy to fly. The intervention of new classmates and new environment makes the budding heart quickly integrate into new things. The past is just an occasional bump into the memories, causing ripples of longing. Then, new happiness quickly replaces the old worries. Next, work, marriage, and childbirth, a series of intense and orderly lives, temporarily annihilated the memories.
Before we have time to show off our youthful spirit, in a blink of an eye, the age of forty has arrived. People, as living creatures, will miss the past more and more as they grow older, especially their hometown, relatives, and classmates. I am in a different place, watching my colleagues and friends showing off photos of various class reunions again and again, happily telling them many interesting things about getting together with my classmates. While I am envious, I have a strong desire shouting in my heart: I Also want to find my classmates. I want to see what they look like now? How are they doing? Have they thought of me over the years?
After decades of separation, many classmates can’t even remember their names or looks. What I remember are the classmates with whom I have a particularly good relationship, who are particularly good or bad in studies, and who are naughty and mischievous. However, there is a permanent picture stuck in my mind: 68 rosy-cheeked teenagers, wearing bloated clothes that are not commensurate with their age, sitting quietly in the classroom studying and doing homework, with occasionally a few children below. Whispering and whispering. A young male teacher put his eyes on a hole in the back door of the classroom, held his breath, and carefully observed the learning status of each student...
I will not forget it. How could we forget? I know that I will definitely meet my classmates again. Because the power of longing can heal the cracks caused by the passage of time. All we lose is time. Sincere friendship will last forever with the passage of time. We are waiting for the day when we can meet again.
I am here waiting eagerly, and you are also looking for it there. For many years, we never stopped asking each other for news. We use our silent love and longing to build a dome waiting for reunion, just waiting for the song of reunion to sound. In this palace full of friendship, we retell the past and separation, and recount the beautiful life. Why not be happy! Rejoice!
The cracks in time took several turns and intersected at a certain gathering point. Wanderers scattered all over the world, on the empty but fast network, played the song of reunion, and met in the beautiful March.
The past is long, like smoke and dreams, and the flowers on the branches are blooming and fading. Twenty-seven years of classmates' dreams, the flowers bloom and I meet you again.
(1) Ren Qinjun
My expressive ability is not perfect, so I just write down a lot of what I want to say. In the process of writing, some small articles occasionally appeared in newspapers and magazines. At the beginning of March, at the request of a friend, I gave her a few essays. After editing them, I forwarded and shared them in the QQ group of friends and family WeChat group for the first time. The article has a good click-through rate. The next day, the second sister sent a WeChat message saying: There is a flag maker named Renqin who read the article and said he knows you. Give me a QQ account and ask him to add him. I felt excited. Although I couldn't remember his name, but with such a sure tone, there was no doubt that he was a classmate. I quickly added him, and after a while, he replied to the QQ message and said: "You are from Class 1 of the third grade of Yudu Middle School, right? When I saw the name and photo, I felt it was you!" His memory is particularly good and he can tell where I am. He described all the various performances in school clearly, including the time I fell to second place in an exam, still made trouble in class, and was angrily slapped by my class teacher, Mr. Duan, who stubbornly held my head high and was arrogant about everything. . He said that he always felt that you had a good temper. From then on, he realized how big your temper was. He regretfully said that I have known your second sister for more than ten years, and I just feel that your names are similar, but I know that you are the eldest in the family, so I have never asked your sister. Hey, I wish I had asked earlier.
I want to say, it’s not too early or too late, it’s the right time to meet again. Fate has arranged for us to meet again on a March day with blooming mountain flowers. It has its own destiny. We are only responsible for the joy after reunion and cherish this hard-won friendship with classmates. Thank you Renqin, twenty-seven years later, you still remember me. When we were classmates, we had never spoken to each other. At this time, are we trying to make up for what our classmates haven’t said in three years?
My heart is very greedy. I also want to know about other students and their whereabouts. Renqin pulled me into the QQ group of Yudu Middle School. After entering the group, the students warmly welcomed and greeted them. It makes people feel like they are home. It's just a pity that Suijue was very friendly, but I can't remember the names of many of my classmates. I try to remember. However, time finally claimed a certain space in my memory, and the memory went blank.
I left my phone number from QQ. I know that people who want to contact me will definitely find me through this number. Then, I quickly go to my contacts to find the person I remember and want to find urgently.
After a careful search, familiar names such as Yin Yin, Jin Fang, and Haicheng came into view. My heart was racing and I quickly added them as friends, waiting for them to respond to me.
(2) Haichengjun
When I saw Haicheng’s name in the contacts, my thinking stopped, and I suddenly remembered that when I was chatting with my classmates just now, a classmate asked by voice Me: "Do you remember me?" The voice is so familiar. I asked tentatively, do you like to "hold the urinal" when playing basketball and shooting? He let out a sigh of disappointment and said, "You remembered wrongly, that was Guo Jianming." I couldn't remember who he was for a moment, and he never said a word again, probably because he was angry. When I saw Haicheng's name this time, I immediately thought that the familiar voice should be his. We were originally from the same village and had been studying together since primary school. No wonder he was so sure that I would recognize his voice. I let him down so much. This time I blamed myself very much.
I added him and he responded to the message. Call me by my nickname "Ganwazi". I haven't heard anyone call my name with a local accent in years. A pure local accent, a nostalgic nickname, brought my mind back to my hometown more than thirty years ago. The mountains, the water, the people, the plants and trees there, and every trail there contain our Happy childhood imprint. Full of our deep nostalgia, family and friendship.
We can still remember the names and appearances of our respective relatives. Childhood memories are linear, frozen memories. It's a pity that our relatives are already sleeping in the land of their hometown. When they were young and strong, they used their sweat to water the thick soil under their feet without any complaints. When their lives come to an end, they remain calm and use their bodies to nourish the land that gave them hope and allowed them to work all their lives, without any regrets. These are the folks who make me proud, and thinking of them makes my nostrils sore.
The river we have waded through countless times, the path we walked together when we were in school, the game of eagle and chicken we played together, the stones we caught together, and the apricot kernels we bounced , the whipped wooden ox, the rolled hoops, the beaten sandbags, the bear-like figure who used his sleeves to wipe his cold nose in winter, Haicheng, do you still remember?
(3) Yuexia Jun
The first classmate to contact me by phone was Wu Yuexia. she is my good friend. During the two and a half years of junior high school, we were inseparable. Her father is a teacher, and her family of three lives in the school dormitory. Compared to us dormitory students, her living conditions are undoubtedly something I envy. The accommodation conditions are good, my parents are with me, and the most important thing is that I can eat delicious meals every meal. This is undoubtedly the biggest yearning for me who often feels hungry during the growth period. Yuexia Sheng is small and exquisite, with big and flowery eyes with double eyelids, long and dense eyelashes, a straight and pretty nose, a rosy and small mouth, and long black and thick braids that are naturally curled. Wenwen is quiet and shy. Shy and timid, like a well-behaved and gentle kitten. She has a small appetite and often warms my empty stomach with her snow-white hot buns. While eating steamed buns, I explained the article to her and helped her analyze mathematics, physics and chemistry. She fluttered her long eyelashes, bit her pen in her mouth, nodded and listened carefully. Ask, do you understand? She looked at me and nodded: I understand!
Seeing how seriously she studies makes me always think that she will improve in her studies. After the exam, the results came down. Looking at her test paper, I found that I got the wrong answer to the question she asked me. I asked, didn't I tell you, did you understand? She said: I forgot about it when I was anxious in the exam room!
She often goes to our dormitory to play, and we have a lot to talk about. Before transferring to another school, she was the only one person to tell the news. In the dormitory, we were silent, she said, and went to write me a letter. I still remember her reluctant expression at that time.
After I went to a new place and wrote a letter to my grandfather, she was the first person to write. We write letters every week, and you come and I go back and forth.
Finally, when I arrived at the new school, she graduated from junior high school and started working, and we have lost contact with her since then. I went back to my hometown and asked for news about her, but to no avail. I went to the workplace where she worked and was told that she had gone out to work. In my heart, her delicate and beautiful appearance has always been retained.
I think that when I have time, I will look for her carefully when I return to my hometown. I miss her and the beautiful innocent years we had together.
When I asked her about her current situation, she said that she had been laid off early. My husband and I work in Beijing, and our son is a senior in college in Chongqing. Her voice was still so gentle and soft, which was very comfortable to listen to. I just don’t know when we can meet.
Yuexia, I know you will remember me as much as I miss you. In March, when peach blossoms are in full bloom, every peach blossom is your beautiful and gentle smiling face. Your voice is condensed into the fragrance of flowers for twenty-seven years, and it comes to me. It makes my heart enchanted and beautiful in the sea of ??flowers in March, and I am moved by joy.
(4) Aiqinjun
The Aiqin family lives behind the school, and their food and accommodation conditions are much better than those of our children. Under the influence of that time, she was tall, cheerful and generous, and liked to be lively, chatting and laughing with her classmates. Another reason why I can remember her is that he had a grandfather who was amiable and could do business. Grandpa walks in a small wicker cage every day. The cage is covered with white cotton. White steam seeps out of the cotton, and the aroma of mutton and chopped green onions overflows from the gaps in the cotton. Mouthwatering.
When my grandfather was buying steamed buns, he would shout in a rich voice as he walked: "Hey, hot mutton steamed buns!" Aiqin often gave me the mutton steamed buns made by my grandfather. In many cases, people’s taste buds are loyal partners of memory, allowing people to remember unforgettable people and things related to eating. For growing children, eating is the most urgent requirement.
When I was in school, the class took turns cleaning the playground every week. I sweep the playground as seriously as I sweep my own yard. Aiqin saw it and exclaimed: "You chase away cats (squirrels), how come you are so serious about everything you do? Seeing that you have swept the playground so bright that you can roll out dough, and you don't feel tired." Because I have been a child since I was a child. Growing up in the mountains, she played with me as a cat chasing away cats. I knew she was honest and honest and meant no harm and didn't care.
I naturally believe that the environment I live in is the best, my relatives are respectable, and my classmates are good. Therefore, I have always been satisfied with my living situation.
Ask where Aegean is now. She said that she had never left the streets of Yudu for half her life. Now he opens a barber shop in Yudu Street, and his son and daughter are in school. She is still as fast-talking, and her strong hometown dialect makes people feel more friendly. Listening to her confident words, I feel that her life is very comfortable. I was happy for her.
Everything God has given me is perfect, and so are you, Aegean. I have been a classmate for three years, and you have planted a beautiful scenery in my heart. The scenery is full of our innocent and happy memories.
(5) Yin Yinjun
Yin is the tiger. Yinyin and I are born in the year of Tiger, and we are the youngest in the class. She is the only girl in my class who has been admitted to college, and has been admitted to a good university.
The memory she left to me will always be: she was small and cute. During recess, she leaned against the door of the classroom, put her hands behind her back, and watched us playing wildly. She smiled with her mouth open, her round face, and a thick ponytail tied behind her head. She studies very easily, and her grades are relatively good among girls.
After adding her QQ, leave a message: Yinyin, do you still remember me? It's so hard to find you. From then on, I went up every day to see if there was any response. After waiting for three days, I saw her replying to my message, saying that she was sorry, but she was not very on QQ, and asked me to add her on WeChat. And said, how could I not remember your appearance? We sent each other photos. In the photo, Yinyin’s face is different from what I remember. If we pass by each other, we will definitely not know each other. Only the expression remaining in the corners of the eyes and mouth still retains the shadow of the past, which is gentleness, kindness, calmness and a kind of open-minded and confident beauty that has accumulated knowledge.
Go to WeChat to see her updates. I found out that she is a complete foodie and also enjoys traveling. She not only writes food reviews, but also makes many exquisite foods, and calls herself: Made by Zhang. From the words between the lines, from the meticulousness with which she makes food, from the trivial interactions with her family, from her heartfelt words, we can see her love for life, her love, care and filial piety for her family members, and her sympathy and help for the weak. , contentment and calmness with the status quo and diligent pursuit of career. Why not enjoy this kind of quiet and peaceful life, pure joy, kindness and peace of mind?
For more than twenty years, we have been close at hand but unable to meet each other. This is the deliberate arrangement of Father Time, allowing us to turn the longings we have accumulated for many years into flowers all over the mountains and fields at the moment of reunion. To replace our indescribable joy and warmth?
(6) Mei Pingjun
Mei Ping is the first person I know in the class. When registering, she and I entered the class teacher's office together. Her voice was as clear and sweet as a silver bell. When she gave her name to the class teacher, I immediately remembered this fair and pretty girl. Because there is Mei in the middle of her name. In her hometown, the pronunciation of Mei is the same as Mai.
I remember the first essay. The Chinese teacher asked us to write about the classmate who had the most profound influence. I wrote Mei Ping. When the teacher was reading the composition in class, Mei Ping lowered her head, flushed with shame, and secretly complained about me with her eyes. After class, she took my arm and said, "Why are you so annoying? Why are you writing about me? It's embarrassing." Since then, we have maintained a close relationship.
Her father works at a bank down the street, and the cost of clothing is higher than that of other classmates. So I feel like she is always clean and tidy. She has a cheerful personality and is willing to help others. She often brings delicious and useful things to share with her classmates. She took photos of us with a silly camera and then gave the photos to her classmates. Unfortunately, the photo she gave me was taken away by someone else.
Later, I went to school in the mines. When I returned home, I walked down the street with my grandfather and met Mei Ping. We happily chatted a lot. She liked the top I was wearing and I brought her one when grandpa went back. She was very happy to receive the clothes and wrote a letter saying that they fit her well. I was also very happy.
Later, we lost contact. I have been thinking about her in my heart, thinking that I will ask her if I have the opportunity to go back to my hometown.
This time we met, after she got my phone number, she called me and she was still so warm and warm. She said, when I see you, I will scold you to death and not contact me for so many years. It sounds very touching and touching. Since we had to send our children to school that day, we briefly chatted for a few words and then hung up the phone, saying we would talk again when we had time. But so far we have not had a good conversation.
Mei Ping, it’s not that I don’t miss you.
At such an age, no matter how much care and concern one has in one's heart, thousands of words cannot express it over the phone. So, let us bury these thoughts and blessings in our hearts, and in this beautiful March day, let us feel the joy and happiness of our reunion together, okay? In the coming year, wouldn't it be wonderful for us to talk about separation and sing songs over wine together?
(8) Yongfeng, King Kongjun
On the fourth day after joining the QQ group of classmates from Yudu Middle School, in the evening, a call came from Xinjiang. King Kong was the one who entered the QQ group. After joining the group, the first person who added me on WeChat was a classmate, but I had no memory of him at all. There are too many students named Lu in our school. He sent the photo and asked if I could remember him? I said, um, remember. I lied. I don't want my classmates to think that he has no characteristics or is not handsome. In fact, for the crazy girl who had no development at all at that time, who just grew taller quickly, wanted to get good grades, and loved to play, food, grades, and jumping were everything to her. I didn't pay much attention to the handsomeness of my male classmates. Forgive me, dear classmate. But now, in my heart, all of you are the most handsome and the best.
King Kong said that he was in Xinjiang and it was okay. Many of my classmates are doing business or working in Xinjiang. King Kong sent me a WeChat message half an hour ago, asking him to add Yongfeng’s WeChat message. Yongfeng is the boy I remember the most. Before I had time to add him, a call came in from Xinjiang. I think it might be King Kong. Then I answered the phone, and a very domineering and magnetic voice said loudly: "Hey, do you know who I am?" I said, isn't it King Kong? He said, I am King Kong’s nephew, Yongfeng. do you remember me? I can’t remember Yongfeng! The one who sat behind me would hit my back with his fingers and kick my stool legs as soon as class started. He would slack off on my homework and let me do it for me. He would buy me fried dough sticks and give me a dictionary as payment, and he would secretly slap me while I was standing answering questions. On the bench, one of the few smart and naughty male classmates who talked to me.
His words are still so funny and humorous, making people laugh all the time. I think, because we are old classmates, no one knows anyone’s background! He spoke quickly and explained his decades of experience like pouring beans through a bamboo tube. He also invited us to travel to Xinjiang, where he would be our guide and cook for us. He now has a national second-level nutritionist certificate. Awesome!
Like me, he also asked me. I also heard a lot of gossip about me. I sincerely thank my classmates for this deep friendship. Yongfeng, thank you for your concern.
Waiting, I will definitely go to beautiful Xinjiang. In Xinjiang, there are my kind and sincere old classmates! On days when flowers bloom, my mood is as bright and bright as flowers. All because of meeting you. Thank you again, my male classmate.
(9) Jin Fangjun
Jin Fang is the most diligent and down-to-earth girl in our class. She studies well. She was very thin at that time. She has a pair of big, alert eyes on her small face, and she looks like a girl with thoughts and ideas.
Jin Fang worked hard and her grades were not far behind mine. In order not to be surpassed by Jin Fang, I, who is playful, will take time to study in order to maintain my psychological advantage and repay my grandfather's praise and love for me with my achievements. At that time, I thought that I had to do this in order to live up to my grandfather’s love and expectations for me.
As you catch up with me, our academic performance is constantly improving. Looking back now, Jin Fang’s diligence, down-to-earthness and humility gave me motivation and courage to study. In just three years, her tenacity, her humility, and her warmth left a deep impression on me.
Jin Fang discovered me from QQ messages a few days later. She added my WeChat account and said that because she was busy, she didn’t often go to QQ, but she often went to WeChat. Asked about her children and work, she said that her son was in the third year of high school, she was a nurse in an orthopedic hospital in the city, and her husband was in the same hospital as her. Judging from the photo she sent, she was standing under a tree of peach blossoms in full bloom, with a calm and calm look on her face. He is still so thin, and his appearance has not changed much.
Is this pink peach blossom the flower of dreams that our classmates have dreamed of for twenty-seven years?
(10) Guo Fengjun
Guo Feng chatted with me on WeChat and did not remember any intersection between him and me when we were classmates. I think he can forgive my forgetfulness. Originally, we boys and girls didn’t talk, and coupled with his own reticence, how could I remember it?
He said, I am a bad classmate, do you still remember me? I laugh, no matter whether my classmates are bad or good, they are all my classmates. Heroes don't care about their origins, let alone classmates!
He spoke his native dialect slowly and leisurely. He remembers several of my uncles. Listening to him talk about the people and things in his hometown makes me feel warm. His daughter is taking the postgraduate entrance examination and his son has joined the army. As a father, he is successful. Bless him, old classmate. Picture
Old classmates Shuxia, Jianbo, Xueqin, etc., I’m glad you haven’t forgotten me. I still remember Shuxia’s long braids, her delicate face, and her shy look when she smiled. And Zhou Guimei, the girl who blushes whenever she speaks, has a very good speech. I remember we learned about rose in English. You said that writing rose upside down is your English name. Do you remember? Wang Caiwen is a girl with strong hands. I am no match for her in arm wrestling. Her innocent smile has always been in my mind. Wei Li is a fashionable Mandarin-speaking girl who transferred from Ili, Xinjiang in her second year of junior high school.
Her arrival added a touch of life to our class: boys and girls began to talk. She is still a relative of my family. On weekends, I took her back to my house as a guest. My grandparents loved her very much. Wei Li, do you remember that once you surpassed me in academic performance and became the first, an angry teacher Duan slapped me awake. Where are you now, okay? Remember classmates? How are you, Deng Shaoping, Deng Xiaolong brothers, Ma Long, Lu Hongyu, Lu Hongxing, uncle Liu Kai and other classmates? Where are you? Miss you very much.
I miss all the teachers who have taught us in the past three years of junior high school. Thank you for watering the flowers of knowledge with your selfless love, being so dedicated, hard-working, and hating iron, but never asking for anything in return. You are always worthy of our respect and love. Teachers, how are you now? OK! Students, I love you deeply!
I think that when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, we will definitely meet on the rich soil where we have been classmates for three years and where our youthful dreams are flying.
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In other words, after the classmates reunited on the Internet, they felt happy. I don't usually chat on QQ or WeChat, but I read the warm and heartwarming messages sent by my classmates every day, which brings back memories and makes me deeply moved. I feel like I should record something to remember our past.
I need a title to write an article, but I don’t know how to come up with it. As I was walking on the road, I felt a burst of fragrance and looked at the flowers. My heart moved. We were young when we first met. Isn't the season of meeting also the season of spring and flowers blooming? Two springs, why not use the title "Flowers Bloom and Meet You Again" to write down some memories of our classmates. Isn't it a pun?
As an ordinary woman, after commuting to and from get off work, life is trivial, and my child is taking the high school entrance examination, I don’t have much time left for writing. Just try to find time to write every day. After I came up with the topic, I wrote it intermittently for four or five days. Insert the photos of my classmates that I have accumulated over the past few days into the article, and my humble article about memories will meet my classmates. With nervous anticipation, I sent it to several classmates to solicit their opinions and suggestions.
The students are so awesome. They read it carefully and pointed out typos, punctuation errors, inaccurate names of classmates, etc. in the article. I think this is a classmate who can express his true feelings without any need for gorgeous cover-ups. Love this atmosphere. There were a few classmates who were not very satisfied with the photos. They readily sent me recent photos. Looking at the warm and frank smiling faces, the campus time we spent together as teenagers reappeared in front of our eyes: the naughty ones, the small and exquisite ones. , dignified and beautiful, spring-faced, cheerful and lively... Like the film of a silent movie, it filtered in front of my eyes layer by layer. I seemed to be able to feel everyone's running and jumping movements, the joy of laughing freely, and the seriousness in the examination room. , the thump-dong-dong sound the pen makes when walking on the examination paper... I close my eyes, the fragrance of flowers hits my nose, and my heart melts into the most beautiful April day in the world.
Students forward articles to each other and comment on them. It can be seen that my classmates miss the past as much as I do. Are we really old? From the memories of my classmates, I also got to know myself again. I thought I was a taciturn and unsmiling person when I was a child. But in the eyes of my classmates, I am the spokesperson of the "female monkey". Hey, I thought it was because my personality has become more cheerful now. It turns out that the "old female monkey" I have now evolved from the "little female monkey" in the eyes of my classmates.
I asked Teacher Liu to correct the article. He commented: The deep love for classmates comes from the bottom of his heart. But because the mood is too excited, there is more than enough passion and not enough calmness. Let me let it go for a while, wait for my feelings to calm down, and then revise it again. I think so. Good articles have been revised repeatedly. My teachers and classmates are all so honest and honest. How can I be so virtuous and capable that I can meet so many good people in this life? !
Last night, a netizen named Lili added me. I generally don’t add people I don’t know well. But at first glance, we have four friends with the same ***, and Lili is the Chinese character for tong. Add him, who is it? He also has a good sense of humor, which helps him get through. He is very much like my grandfather. He said that he also has another online name "Wang Dake", which is split into one word. Ask me to guess. Guess the word, can you stump me? ! Besides, this person's name has been planted in my heart for twenty-seven years, and I can't even remember it! When I was in the first grade of junior high school, he was my class teacher, taking charge of political art. In terms of seniority in our family, I have to call him great-grandpa. This senior. There is no way, this is a situation caused by the ancestors of Lao Tong's family.
Teacher Taiye reminded me of the time when he led the team for running exercises. From Monday to Saturday, under the stars, all our students, under the leadership of the class teacher, crossed most of the streets and ran onto the highway every morning. The young and beautiful female physical education teacher leads the team while blowing the whistle and shouting slogans. We are like lions, strong and agile, with consistent steps and loud slogans, how majestic and majestic it is! During morning exercises, students filled the entire playground and performed the fifth set of radio gymnastics. The young body is relaxed, toned and confident. The peaches and plums are fragrant and have a beautiful scenery of their own.
Seeing a group photo of a female classmate in front of the school garden reminded me of something I thought was very embarrassing at the time. One morning, I was sitting under a tree next to the garden and memorizing my text. The bell rang. I suddenly stood up, my vision went dark, and I fell into the garden with my legs still resting on the edge of the garden.
I woke up after a while, feeling ashamed, I quickly took my legs back, climbed up and patted the dirt on my head, and was about to run away, but Principal Xu saw me. He ran over to me in panic and asked: "Oh, what's wrong with you, okay?" Are you okay?" I lowered my head and blushed as I ran and said, "It's okay, you're fine!" During morning self-study, some students walked back and forth on campus with their heads held high, shouting loudly. Recite: People who study physics are called physicists. I probably memorized this "question" all morning. The teacher overheard and reprimanded the student in class: "What are you carrying from head to back, all on your back? Who doesn't know that people who study physics are called physicists, hey... haha", reprimanded While scolding, the teacher himself was laughing, and the classmates laughed along with him, and the scolded students also opened their mouths and laughed naively; when memorizing English words, they used the dialect of their hometown, such as: thank you verymach, we read, three pieces of meat Your mother eats it. monaitou, we read, cat teat. Wait, now that I think about it, I laugh secretly. When I go out to eat, I tell these experiences as jokes, which makes my colleagues and friends laugh, which makes me very happy.
Joyful and unforgettable memories are scattered throughout every corner of the campus. If I write them down at once, I am afraid it will upset the eyes of my classmates. I want to wait until I meet my classmates and teachers one after another, and then slowly continue to write down every touching moment of our reunion. I think I will remember and meet more classmates. There was a female classmate named Jingxia in Class 32 who said she remembered me and thanked you very much. I think if we meet and talk about the past, we will definitely pick up bits and pieces of our past from the space of my memory. Thank you Jingxia. Thank you to all my classmates
Thank you again, Renqin, for allowing me to meet my classmates again. Thanks to Yin Yin, Jin Fang, Yuexia, Mei Ping, Aiqin, Yongfeng, Haicheng, Shuxia, Guo Feng, Jianbo, Xueqin, Jianchang, Wang Kai and other students from Class 3 and 3. Thank you all for your love, encouragement and support. We have been classmates for three years, and the Mood for Love feels like yesterday; the vast sea of ??people, the flowers withered, and the friendship remains; the world has been rolling for nearly thirty years, and I am grateful that we still remember each other.
In the season of blooming flowers, I hope everyone’s mood will be as bright and bright as spring flowers. May the lives of our classmates and teachers be as bright and happy as spring flowers.