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Often miss is a green campus, the old campus, often miss the playful classmates, lazy at the same table. It is this old campus to lock the juvenile endless memories, it is lazy deskmate witness the youth smile. The school is not our school, memories will always be with us, unforgettable schoolfellow nowadays accompany in your side will be who taiwan data sim ?
What kind of fate? Let the strange we meet in the universe of 1,000,000,000 universes, what a feeling we put together through the same time in the same place? Is a kind of deep Providence, we meet in the same piece of land. Since then, we have in common a resounding title -- "classmate", and with more time precious and beautiful.
On a hot summer day under the same sun, gradually narrow the gap between the heart and the heart of the length. In the freezing cold and burning the midnight oil for only with a piece of paper. How many winter and summer we run, sway and endless sweat. How many romantic themes we assiduously, plump ideal wings. Passion and sweat Jiao Yang staggered, we do not know how many Huangtianjiaori away. Beautiful night reading and light together, we do not know how many bright ushered in the dawn. Wushan Yun, sweetheart, cloud phase lead were hand in hand, old words like feeling now, Yangchun in March, sky, green everywhere, peach pear white, not smile, the memories to fill the whole sun.
The campus is very quiet,service apartment hong kong very few people, not the hurried footsteps, also does not have the laughter of the crowd. The peach blossom opened, and again thank, apricot blossom, also thanks, then, grass green; catkin float, Yang Hua also fell down, then, the trees are green. The new green shrubs in Yangchun exceptionally dazzling, green shook people's eyes. The bright sunshine floating in the air, the wind blowing through the breeze, teasing charming grass, play with stubborn branches, walking in the quiet campus, from the ladder to the playground to the classroom, the classroom is very lonely, remember the past students, I am also very lonely, remember the past classroom. Standing at the window, I saw the books to school themselves, from the restaurant came into the classroom, the front also full of people, I sat in the back, this is I like position, a book on the table, but did not see, just looked at on and off to enter the classroom, students, friends every day, there are some chatting is not familiar to people, many people with breakfast, eating, drinking, some wearing Headset, listen, stay, there are people to climb on the table, pondering the morning drowsiness, noisy in the classroom is not noisy, everybody busy, kill a class the time before. Class, a class of memory is very fuzzy, maybe not forget, is not to remember.
The classroom desks and chairs are very neat, the blackboard is clean, this is I had sat tables and chairs, this is I have classes, and now...... I left the floor door, see the school people lined up in a long line, disappear in a blink of an eye. The school is very quiet teco dc motor, very few people.


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