Morning Flowers Are Hard to Find

On graduation day I went back to class to get my coat. There is a moldy chalk tip at the foot of the podium with a nail scratch on it. I recognize it. I rowed it three years ago. In the first grade of junior high school, I called the wrong teacher's name. In the second grade of junior high school, I became the physics class representative. In the third grade of junior high school, I broke my leg. In the end, I missed the high school entrance examination by 15.5 Points. In the past three years, I have saved a lot of things: a piece of chalk, a pack of tissues that I have not handed out, a song that I have not finished listening to, and a note that I have not changed. On graduation day, I went back to class and read them all. Then put it back. Class 3, Grade 9.