"Qilin rushes over Jiugao, and bears flee in groups." Class 8, which is famous in the school, has always been famous for its noisy behavior. We want to escape, we want to escape the so-called high school entrance examination, the so-called separation, we want to run above Jiugao. At that time, we all firmly believed that we had strength, drive, and youthful arrogance. We could hold the dark iron heavy sword in our hands, split the gears of time in two, and rush forward without hesitation. It's a pity that some people leave and some return, but in the end we still walk hand in hand towards the countdown bell. Can you escape? From the day I entered school, when I put on my middle school uniform, I started to be so confused. It wasn't until I walked up the steps, put on a corgi bow tie and a maternity plaid skirt, that I realized that the so-called escape was just an arrogant statement - how could we escape without even seeing its true form? After thinking about it, I felt relieved, but unfortunately, I had reached the end of the red carpet of the Zhuang Guild, and those cheers had gone away. Only the expressionless iron fence was left, forever cutting off the swaying warmth on the concrete floor of the campus. The sun is still there. The arrogance and immaturity have been washed away from the young man's eyebrows, and the years have left an unforgettable mark on his forehead. She has been able to find the location of Class 8, the Kirin's stereo has never been broken again, and the fifth floor is no longer a thrilling height. But they were gone, just like the stack of test papers thrown away on the day the high school entrance examination was over, spinning in the air and leaving no trace after the commotion. We finally escaped everything we once hated, but instead of laughing and cheering, our eyes were red. How much good happens in the blink of an eye, but time is not forgiving.
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