That year, summer 1
The summer wind was blowing warmly, the ground was already burning, the sun was making the grass wilted, and the cicadas were chirping lazily. , we sat in the classroom with tears on our faces
Time flies so fast, and the innocent and immature little babies turned into mature and steady children in the blink of an eye. The classmates didn’t say anything, they just looked at each other in silence. We just wanted to remember when we were about to leave that there was someone who accompanied us in our time. We cried, laughed, went crazy, and made trouble. We are all recalling it. The other person in the past, when I saw the other person making a fool of myself, I laughed out loud, and others were embarrassed. People who used to want to get rid of it every day now just want time to freeze at this moment forever. They used to look forward to and fantasize about the junior high school career every day, but now they no longer have such hope at this moment of expectation.
Enemies who once had no contact with each other also wrote letters of reconciliation. The reason was that 'it has been six years since I graduated. ’ Maybe it’s because I don’t want to leave any regrets in the final moments.
Faced with our stubbornness, you did not use force to force us, but patiently reasoned with us. We are flowers and you are gardeners. Flowers can never be separated from gardeners. But now we have to break away from your protection and grow with difficulty on the barren land!
The summer wind is blowing warmly, time has slipped away, and tears have quietly passed by. That year, summer 2
As the saying goes, there is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. Being born in Suzhou, I have experienced countless beautiful scenery in Suzhou. This summer camp is a three-day desert island survival trip to Qiandao Lake, which just allows me to have a glimpse of the lakes and mountains of Hangzhou.
As soon as I got on the yacht, I saw that the lake was green and crystal clear. The sky connected with the water, the water connected with the sky, and the water and the sky were the same color. It is not difficult to explain why this is the water collection site of Nongfu Spring. Sitting on the yacht, I saw the snow-white waves being turned over layer by layer, and the cool breeze made people forget the 38-degree high temperature. Once ashore, our desert island life begins...
Flat knots, figure eight knots, grasping knots, double eight knots... These knots are not only very useful on this desert island, but also in our daily life. It can be seen everywhere in life, but we never pay attention or learn from it. The flint and steel necessary for a desert island is really magical. Just make a stroke from top to bottom, and then mix it with the silver-white powder to create sparks and start a fire. I really gained a lot today.
The next day, we went for a swim in the river. At first, I was a little scared. After all, this was my first time swimming in a place that was not a swimming pool. I simply closed my eyes and jumped into the water. Then I felt cool. It felt so wonderful. Scared? snort! It's just ridiculous.
When I was walking through the jungle next, I was scratched three times by a kind of leaf, and I was also injured by a red and green plant covered with small thorns, so it reminded me of my mother’s instructions. " "You must wear long clothes and long pants when going to the mountains." I didn't listen to my mother's words, and now it's too late to regret.
Through this activity, I gained a lot of knowledge, which is knowledge that cannot be learned in textbooks.
How I hope my parents can put down their work and experience this kind of life with me again. They will definitely gain a lot. That Year, Summer 3
"Time goes by in a hurry, and the beautiful woman turns into an old woman, oh, I, I... also become a bad old man." Time flies by so fast. I noticed that it was over again. I was still very naive and ignorant that summer, but only one year later, my thoughts and appearance have changed a lot.
The story of that summer begins like this. At that time, I was very playful and wanted to play all the computer games. I would play whatever was fun. To use an idiom to describe it: Unscrupulous! My mother saw me idle and asked me to go for a walk. There was nothing I could do at that time! The consequences of not listening to my mother can be imagined. I had no choice but to walk alone on the path. When I was bored, I hummed songs and looked at the scenery. From then on, I realized that my hometown is so beautiful." Walking on the country path, The old cow returning at dusk is my companion. The scenery is so beautiful that I fell deeply into this scenery, yes! What's so good about the game? Uh, embarrassing, the game I was still craving for the day before, hey! So I no longer liked games so much, and the time I spent playing became less and less. I instantly felt more comfortable, and the fatigue gradually disappeared. Later, I became a quiet person.
The passage of time changes our personality. That year, summer 4
Fashion broke through the sky, continuing and alternating with the long river of time. There will always be little ripples. It's like nothing has ever changed.
That summer. do you remember?
I always think of those memories from time to time, or maybe those memories are deeply ingrained in my heart. In the notebook in your schoolbag lies your neat notes. It’s been one year since graduation. I wonder how those old classmates are doing? Can I still laugh as wildly as before? What about unbridled madness?
The breeze blew through the yellowing leaves. Falling quietly, the clear dusk light falls on your and my desk.
The quiet wind blew the red flag hanging on the podium. Suddenly, I seem to see your smiling face again. Her black hair was blowing in the wind. Look at me quietly. It’s like asking me again, how are you doing after one year? Do you think of me?
But when I wanted to rush over and hug her as usual. Only to find that she had disappeared. It seems to be dispersed by the wind. All that was left was the cold desk. Suddenly my heart was filled with bitterness. .
That campus. That meadow. Under that tree. Our laughter is everywhere. Scenes from the past. Memories reappear in my mind, as if everything happened yesterday and never left.
The sky is still so blue. rain. Still so soft. The memories are still so clear. . The sun shines on the dense leaves, and the fallen flowers float in the wind. At that corner. I saw the back that I had been familiar with for a long time. That year, summer 5
The time in elementary school is very long, but also very short. When you reach junior high school, you can look back and remember very few of your elementary school classmates... I believe everyone has panicked. After all, we We have been crazy together for six years...
I once dreamed about the scene when I graduated from the sixth grade of elementary school. The dream was very real. It was one summer, when the cicada was still on the tree. Yell, the second class of sixth grade was very quiet, almost every student had wet eyes, quietly waiting for a certain moment to come.
Finally, when the teacher wrote the word "graduation" on the blackboard, the students burst into tears. No one tried to comfort anyone, because everyone knew that these tears were the result of our happy Crazy Six. As a symbol of the year, we read the passage in the Chinese book: We were two small trees growing side by side, we were two parts of a duet, we were a pair of schoolmates on the same desk, As we wave goodbye, please bring my best wishes. The most precious gift you gave me, your true friendship, will always be treasured in my heart.
The footprints of childhood are left on the campus paths. The laughter and joyful songs remain in the fragrance of the flower bed... Every corner of our alma mater treasures our friendship and sows our dreams... Before we finish reading, we are replaced by paragraphs of breathless sobs. The schoolbags were full of gifts sent to each other by classmates, as well as colorful student records. We talked with tears that had not yet dried, and talked about our future dreams until the bell rang. The dream has come to an end...
No matter whether the scene will be like this when I graduate in the future, I will remember the best childhood, the best study time, the best campus, and the best encounters. You... we who went our separate ways after graduation - please! Jane! Heavy! That year, summer 6
The last breeze blew by, bringing an end to the past summer. Everything was over. I just felt like being blown by a ray of summer wind. On the burning face, I feel very cool, very cool...
The sky is raining, in this city in the season between humidity and dryness, in this city between hustle and bustle and tranquility For those people, with the explosion of thunder, everything changed and everything was rewritten. I was walking lonely on the oldest streets of this rain-soaked city. The rusty iron windows of the dilapidated houses, kicking and dragging piles of garbage bags on the ground, smelled a moldy and rotten stench from time to time, and suddenly my footsteps were in the rain. Stopping, Tianyi tilted his umbrella to one side, raised his head and looked at the gray sky above his head. He opened his eyes sadly, catching the rapid raindrops in the sky, which turned into a larger drop of clear liquid in his eyes, desperately of striking the land. In fact, the rain in my heart is the hardest, and it won’t stop.
I'm back, I'm here, do you feel it? Tianyi shouted loudly to the sky, that familiar name that was no longer familiar. He shouted, roared, and cried crazily towards the sky. Finally, he squatted on the once very familiar cement road and threw away the black umbrella in his hand. He was tired. , he cried, sobbing slightly, closing his eyes, waiting for the coldest memory in his body to come. No one understands the rainy sadness of children in the rainy season. That year, summer 7
I am a growing little fish. I now live in the sea. My original home is in a crystal clear and very peaceful river.
Looking back on those days, my friends and I played together, swam through the woods, and learned skills together, carefree. I am all too familiar with this life. The sweet-as-honey river water flows slowly; the tender green water plants dance gracefully with the river; the leaves sway slowly on the river surface; that... < /p>
I have been away from you for so long. Although I don’t know how you have become now, you are still so kind, so gentle, and so cute in my memory! The best part of you will remain in the depths of my memory.
In this strange sea, a friend I just met told me: "The moment you get to know a new environment, you should regard it as a new beginning and pursue it diligently." Oh, maybe! If you only live in one environment forever and don't get in touch with the outside world. If one day you go to the outside world, you may be completely eliminated by that world.
The river is like our childhood, and we no longer belong to childhood. We belong to youth. We should step out of childhood and move towards youth. Play your own youth concert well. That summer, 8
That summer, we came to this class with ignorance and curiosity, and came to this eternal class - Class 5
In the past six years, we cried We have passed, laughed, quarreled, and made trouble... These are the steps of our growth. We have changed from an ignorant child to the energetic teenager we are now. This step is inseparable from the teacher's teachings and the care of classmates.
Those are teachers with rich knowledge. On the road of growth, they led us to swim in the ocean of knowledge and gave us care and love. The name engraved on the wooden board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal. Teacher, your name can be engraved in our hearts. This is eternity.
Those were classmates who got along day and night. We grew up together and tasted the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy life together. Every little story that happened between us was stored in our memories. middle. We work hard, absorb knowledge, accumulate knowledge, and move towards the next stop in our lives - junior high school students. But we will remember that getting together is not the beginning, and separation is not the end. The classmates will be engraved in my heart for many years.
"There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever." I believe that short separation is for long-term reunion. Whenever and wherever, as long as I recall the sound of reading, my state of mind and dreams will immediately become vivid and vivid. In fact, no matter how far we go or how long we go, we will always remember this group that has accompanied us for six years - Class 5. That year, summer 9
That summer was the graduation season. The stories of the past, floating through the clouds and smoke, seem to have returned to the original throb in Yunyang. The youthfulness of the past has been almost forgotten; the stories of the past have now been forgotten too much; the recklessness of the past has now been forgotten. Became cautious.
We are a more mature teenager there. Graduation and leaving are not a farewell, but a new beginning. That wonderful summer, the sweat and tears we left here, and the past time will become our best memories, because some people say that going to school and meeting a group of like-minded friends is a happy thing. Going to school and meeting a group of peers is a happy thing.
They say that you have to be strong to remember something. Why? I can’t bear to forget, it’s impossible to forget. Because we will be able to remember. The old class, the enemy of ten thousand people, the tug-of-war, the hard work, everything will become a beginning.
Leaving does not mean separation. Because we have to know that one day in the future, we will definitely meet our former classmates. Even if we pass by, it will become a hidden surprise although we don't know it. We will definitely see our friends again one day in the future.
Leaving is a better reunion. The butterflies are drunk by the flowers, but the flowers fly with the wind. The flowers dance and the flowers shed tears. The flowers cry and the petals fly. Who is thanking the flowers when they bloom? Who is sad when the flowers wither. In the most beautiful and youthful time, it is our luck to meet the same group of friends, and it is the luck of everyone. We will have a good goodbye this summer.
In the past time, we will remember that that summer, we had a good goodbye and no regrets remained in our hearts. That year, summer 10
I still remember yesterday, that wind-blown summer...
In the last summer, we are about to say goodbye. I really want to know that you will remember me. Which point?
Today, it rained again. It was raining when we were together, but the rain was sweet then, but now it is bitter.
Time passed by so casually. In the blink of an eye, it has been more than half a year since we graduated from junior high school, and it has been more than half a year since we left each other. In the past six months or so, many dissatisfactions have happened to everyone. In the past six months, everyone has changed over time, even in an incredible way, including myself.
A few simple gatherings, 83 of us got together, and what did we do? Each person had a mobile phone and hid in a corner.
When I waved goodbye, I was very reluctant to say goodbye. I never wanted to say goodbye to you. The next time we meet... I don’t know when it will be.
Friends who have been with me through life, death, and sex, we meet again. Apart from those polite greetings, what else can there be? What else could there be? We no longer have the urge we had before.
Classmates, friends, "brothers", no matter what we become in the future, you will always remember that (11) is our common home.
That year, summer 11
I remember, as we were slowly approaching the junior high school entrance examination, in order to add a little more fun to life amidst the monotonous hard study, we asked the teacher for the grass next to the stadium to grow vegetables.
One year it was the rainy season, and it rained continuously since the Spring Festival. Although trenches were dug to facilitate drainage. However, after several days of continuous rain, the whole area was flooded. Because dengue fever was raging in the south, the school asked us to cover the water-filled containers upside down, which made the vegetable garden even worse. The fertilizer that had just been applied was washed out by the water, and each plant was destroyed. cabbage and eggplant swaying in the water with the wind.
I had an idea and called out to my classmates: "There is a water pump in the coworkers' room!" Several people rushed into the coworkers' room and brought out a water pump, as if the fire brigade was trying to put out a fire. One person took an extension cord to the nearest general affairs office. He connected the electricity everywhere, then took off his shoes and socks, and stepped into the mud without hesitation. Someone asked, "Where is the water going to be pumped?" I immediately climbed over the wall, took the water pipe, stepped barefoot among the weeds and put the drainage pipe into the big ditch. With the help of the water pump, the flooding problem was solved at once, which is comparable to "Dayu's flood control".
It happened that the next morning, it rained heavily again. But this time the school didn’t lend us a water pump, saying it was because it was afraid of getting an electric shock. In fact, we are very cautious about safety. We will use toilet paper to dry the plug first, and we will also pay attention to whether it is above the water surface. We are wronged, and we have no choice but to ask our classmate's grandfather to bring a water pump.
In the summer of that year, our "drainage team" went out several times that month, which became the most unique and unforgettable experience in the last year of junior high school. That summer, December 12, was the time when "the lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." The beauty of today will continue again this summer. That summer was blazing hot. The hot air, the hot people, the hot friendship and the hot heart. In a blink of an eye, one year has passed. The blazing heat of the past no longer exists, and what remains are only indifferent people, indifferent friendships and indifferent hearts. "Time can change everything, but what will never fade is the sincere friendship." The familiar person has become a familiar stranger. The fading fear, the fading sadness, the fading loneliness... That summer, there was still that kind of noise, that touch of beauty, that kind of beauty on the earth. Talking harmoniously is the best way to understand each other, open your heart, talk to each other, comfort each other, greet each other... The days pass like water, and I really want to freeze the time and freeze it in those beautiful moments. Just like a flash in the pan, beauty cannot last forever...
That summer, lush and lush [Note: describes the lush and lush vegetation. It also describes the momentum as beautiful and vigorous. ], the vitality of life jumps at the tip of the pen. Write small poems that are simple, simple, simple and meaningful. The arrogance of life, the wantonness of life, and the unfetteredness of life are released in the writing... That summer was also bitter. Bitter, some are bitter, some are astringent. Life is bitter, years are bitter... That summer... That summer was beautiful and fulfilling. But this summer, I won’t be lonely or empty. Because - friendship. Friendship makes that astringent sky become gorgeous; friendship makes that dry heart become moist; friendship makes those dull eyes fly... This summer, because of friendship, its uniqueness will bloom. , dazzling light! That year, summer 13
The summer wind was blowing, the ground was sluggish under the scorching sun; the cicadas were chirping lazily, and we sat in the classroom with tears on our faces
Time flies so fast. The innocent and immature little babies turned into mature and stable children in a blink of an eye. The classmates didn't say anything, they just looked at each other silently. We just wanted to have someone to accompany us when we were about to leave, to cry, laugh, go crazy, and make trouble...
We are all reminiscing about each other in the past, how we laughed when we saw each other make a fool of ourselves, and how embarrassed others were. People who used to want to get rid of each other every day now just want time to freeze at this moment forever. The junior high school career that they once looked forward to every day is now in tears on this long-awaited day. Enemies who once had no contact with each other also wrote letters of reconciliation. The reason is: It's sixth grade... and I'm about to graduate. Maybe it's because I don't want to leave only a light mark in the other person's world.
"Waist-high" back then, "shoulder-to-shoulder" now. Over the past six years, the teachers have taken care of us in every possible way. From the care and protection in the first grade to the earnest teachings in the sixth grade, you have been so caring for us. , in the face of our stubbornness, you did not use force to force us, but patiently reasoned with us. We are flowers and you are gardeners. Flowers can never be separated from gardeners. But now we have to break away from your protection and soar in the sky by ourselves!
The summer wind is blowing warmly, and time has left the time when we were crazy and troubled, and embarked on a mature and steady journey.
Tears also flowed down the face silently... That year, summer 14
The last time I stood on this campus full of laughter! The last time I sat with this bookish teacher! The last time I stood in the playground looked at the once familiar campus! Watching...looking...all the past events came to mind one by one! classmate! teacher! What a wonderful memory! That summer...
I remember our class team meeting! I am the host, standing on the podium, feeling slightly excited when the lines are halfway through! I forgot the next sentence. There was a turbulent wave in my heart, and when I was at a loss, the classmates and teachers below were all smiling without any blame! Suddenly my heart was filled with warmth! From a former classmate! From a former teacher! ...Maybe this class meeting was not very successful, but we gained the friendship of classmates and the friendship of teachers!
Standing on the campus path, recalling the past, recalling the past. There was a time when we were together... we never thought about separation, smelling the fragrance of flowers on campus and watching the juniors and juniors reading aloud. It's like going back to the past, back to the past. Thinking about it today, I can’t help but feel dizzy and tearful. All that is left of the past is the beautiful images in my memory and the handwriting in my classmates’ records.
We graduated together that summer and filled out this classmate list together. Before we parted, we were still laughing and playing games. We were frustrated together, said "it doesn't matter" to the blame together, and said "sample" to the homework together. ', thinking about answers together, working together, everything together. ... That year, summer 15
I often remember the lake where I played with my brother when I was a child. My childhood is hidden in it.
I haven’t been to that lake for a long time. Will it still remember my play when I see you again? I don’t know if anything will really change if I go back again.
To my surprise, the lake is still so blue, so picturesque. The water is rippling, and several small fish are playing in the water. Some red ones and some white ones. There are many lotus flowers blooming in the lake. They are blooming in various shapes against the green lotus leaves. Some have not yet finished blooming. There are a few drops of dew between the lotus flowers. The lake is always the most beautiful in summer. It was this time that summer. I still Having fun here!
The lake doesn’t recognize me anymore. It was still as calm as ever. I consciously squatted down to wash my hands and spread the familiar smell, but after a while I thought it remembered me. The lake could not be calm for a long time, and the water waves kept rippling. I have never been so excited. I feel like I am standing in front of a friend I haven’t seen for ten years. I want to shake hands and hug. The little fish also feels this atmosphere and swims around happily.
Yes, there is a little red fish that is the happiest! I remember it. It was caught by my brother. Later, my brother took me to release it. The fish’s memory does not exceed seven seconds, but I think it must still remember me. How could I forget the grace of saving my life?
"Chuhuahua"A few leaves fell on the lake, blowing them into a perfect picture.
This kind of tranquility is something I don’t want to break.
Look! The wind, the leaves, the graceful lotus flowers, the little fish under the lotus leaves, the lake that summer.