The branches green year after year out of the window, the lotus in the pool also opened the season after season. Time flies, falling silent. In a twinkling, the school life is full of green grass flavor in the pen and paper converting offered a bit by bit.
Suddenly like a not willing to give up, want to tightly grasp the last time in school.
Remember when I was a child always looking forward to grow up, yearning for freedom. And when we really grow up, we will in every day say to yourself a happy holiday. Now, we did away from home, have freedom. But always thinking about when to have a vacation, back to home, see mom and dad.
Do you remember when is the last time you hide and seek? Do you remember when was the, you are not playing cat and mouse game. Maybe it can't remember it. Perhaps you remember you have the joy of the first pair of high heels. When very hot hair.
To be honest, you are afraid to leave end of campus life? I think I'm scared, I was afraid to leave campus. I don't know what will be in the unknown world. Although I often tell myself that everything is fine. But in the face of the upcoming things, people always look forward, wanders.
May be time to walk too fast, also perhaps we walk so slowly.
I quietly with closed eyes, sat in the sun. Feel the stroke of the wind and the smell of flowers. Listen to the footsteps passing from me. Everything is so harmonious.
The sparrows on the tree or exult, small roadside flowers are beautiful, many people will be passing on a left, and the hills avenue, the girl reading a book is still there. In the lotus pond fish still leisurely swim, only the willow trees swaying in the wind, as if he were telling the story of parting. The setting sun is just passing by. All these all fall in the heart.
We really grow up, we began to did not have the shelter of parents, became more and more far. We started wondering how to sell yourself, how in a beautiful city will be well settled. In fact, we know that, then everything will come. However, we don't know what will be in the not far away waiting for us.
I think, in our hearts those small seeds, waiting for our watering fertilizer, and then one day flower into the sea.
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