On June 7th, the classmates organized a summer outing and barbecue. It was originally a joyful thing, but it turned out to be extremely joyful and sad. The joyful splendor was lost because of a small thing.
To outsiders, it may seem like a trivial matter, but to me, it is indeed something worthy of deep sorrow.
In fact, the incident was just a spoon thrown away.
However, this spoon has been with me day and night, my lips and tongue for ten years.
Ten years of love passed away under the sun and in the breeze, and could not be found.
Woohoo, it hurts; Woohoo, it's sad; Woohoo, it's sad.
Every time I think about the past ten years, I feel a lot of pain in my heart. I regretted it, as if I had lost a very close person, and I couldn't help but burst into tears. No matter how much resentment and sorrow there is in my heart, it is ultimately no match for the lingering yet surging feeling of longing for things.
I have learned from this painful experience, and in order to prevent the passage of time in the future from erasing the delicate feeling of cherishing things at this time, and also because I have never left and never forgotten the spoon for ten years, I deliberately wrote this article to express my feelings. If it is unavoidable to be pretentious, it is because the love is deep.
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