Class 315 of Chuncheng No. 1 Middle School (all pseudonyms, not real existence) was also officially disbanded during this graduation season. The prototype of the work is my real class and classmates. All narrated in the first person
Graduation:
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"How could there be reluctance to let go? It's impossible, I'm so sunny."
It seemed that Ni Qiya was so ordinary. After returning home, she cried as loudly as she could in the quilt. How could it be so bland? ! Classmates for so many years sit together every day and talk about everything.
Everyone seems to be indifferent, but there is inevitably a feeling of reluctance in their hearts.
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"It's okay, we will always be friends, don't cry."
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"Destined people will meet each other, it's just a matter of time."
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All the students in Class 315 of Chuncheng Middle School raised their glasses together to remember and pay tribute to the lost youth.
I use ordinary words to tell about our passionate youth. Youth is priceless. All of them are the most beautiful scenery in my youth.
It is inevitable that you will make mistakes in multiple-choice questions in life, but I never regret meeting them!
I'm glad I met them in this great year.
Intention: Let us pay tribute to the youth that is gone forever, cherish the time we have with them now, and miss them together in the end.