It was like a gust of wind blew my soul and stirred up those sleeping memories, which forced me to once again set foot on the land I once desperately wanted to leave. The noises, noises, murmurs, and shouts of the past surged into my heart again, like wild horses running loose that cannot be forgotten once aroused. The lily bloomed in my heart again, and the pure floral fragrance and charming feelings blended into my breath. It evokes the heart-tugging memories of the first grade of junior high school.
You are water, I am a fish, and I live in your moisture. Classmates, in the first grade of junior high school, like rain and dew, it nourishes the lily and nourishes the soul. I live in your strong love. Maybe sometimes we are noisy, maybe sometimes we fight each other, but we both understand that this is a kind of friendship, this is A kind of love, such "noisy" and "blow" created the beauty of our first grade life. It was time to say goodbye, so we walked side by side, outside the pavilion and along the ancient road, telling each other about our separation - forget-me-not.
There is no limit to the sea of ??learning. We pursue it diligently, just like people walking in the dark. We are often confused and hesitant. If we are not careful, we will fall into the darkness, walking on thin ice. "The spring silkworm will be exhausted only when it dies." The teacher is like a red candle, lighting up the road ahead for us, capturing the shadow of knowledge in the sea of ??books, comprehending the light of human nature in school, establishing a good attitude and determining value in practice Orientation, pursuit of life. The teacher is leading us to fish, leaving behind darkness and vulgarity to gain nobility and purity, so that each of us can return home with a full harvest.
Since I was born, I have been destined to fight for you. You have made me welcome batches of classmates and teachers. The fate between you and me is destined to last a lifetime. In my life in the first grade of junior high school, I am happy for you, I cry for you, knowledge - you are everything to me, lilies bloom because of you, and the fragrance of books fills the petals. "The road is long and we have a long way to go, and I will search up and down." Although the lily on the first day of the new year has withered, the roses in the future have just bloomed. Life is endless and struggle is endless. I will pursue you all my life.
Beautiful lilies, a touch of bookishness, and astringent taste--my life in the first grade of junior high school made me addicted. The elegant lilies still reveal their fragrance in dreams. "The belt is getting wider and I will never regret it, and it makes me feel haggard for you." ”
