Class 1, Grade 3, has never been disbanded, but our youth has ended. It was a big dream, and from then on we went our separate ways.
Xu Sangheng still remembers that in the last week before the college entrance examination, senior high school students shouted loudly on the rooftop
"I, Xu Sangheng."
"I am Song Yuchuan."
"I, Qi Yan."
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"I hereby agree that we will gather here again in three years. I hope you will come as promised!"
"Everyone in Class 1, Grade 3, must be here!" Maybe it's because it's the last week. The teenagers are showing off and making beautiful vows. Their wanton youth is always enviable.
In the blink of an eye, the three-year period has arrived
"Still can't be contacted?" "Can't be contacted..." "Hey~ forget it, let's just eat..."
There were only a few people who had agreed to come back. Perhaps their youth is really over
Goodbye, boys of the past!
Intention: Youth is always wanton and flamboyant. This will become the most outstanding moment in our lives. When the maple leaves turn red, let's go back and take a look.