The rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the test paper stopped abruptly when the bell rang. It was not just the end of the exam, but also our three years. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the desks that were once piled with materials. The classrooms of Class 3 and Class 4 are still in the same place, but after leaving the classroom and opening the door that has been kicked many times, it is already someone else's youth.
Three years is very fast and very short, but it is enough to remember our story. The wind blows quietly from the classroom window, the leaves on the trees sway with the wind, and there are still laughter and laughter in the corners of the classroom. It will last for a long time. I miss our memories for a long time.
? After a day of baking on the court, the heat wave has not dissipated in the evening. The sweat shed by the teenager has also turned into sweet rain. No matter how hot or tired it is, it is sweet. It is like the epitome of three years. We laugh together, get angry together, advance and retreat together. We sit together in the classroom of Class 4 and leave the gate of Yushi together. In the past three years, we have scolded each other and appreciated each other. There are always endless things to say, and the same is true today. There are only five words left for more words: Goodbye, classmate...
Intention: classmates
