After the military training, I took six days off. After the hazy but happy time, I went back to school. That night, I found the feeling of the first night again: homesickness. I have only just realized the feeling of wanderers and poets writing homesick works after leaving home. They are heartbroken people at the end of the world, but I am heartbroken by longing.
When I came to school, my first feeling was: Gone with the wind. Unfamiliar faces, reluctant smiles. There is no one in the class who is good at chatting, but I really want to make a true friend, but it is not as easy as junior high school. The way to make friends in junior high school is already very vague, but at least half of the people met in elementary school at that time, so it is very common to look at this matter. Therefore, I also made a friend first: Li Xu. I also made a small preface for him, and our friendship can also stand the test. We study together and play together. I don't know if he is doing well in Liuyang No. 6 Middle School now. All I know is that we didn't cry when we parted. He smiled and gave me a gift: a small knife. So far I just hold it in my hand. But now thinking about it, I can't help but want to cry. The only person I knew in the class was Li Ting from Class 125 of the junior high school, but she was a girl after all, and we didn't go to the cafeteria, dormitory, classroom, or walk together. How I wish there was a boy I knew who was in the same class as me! But fate did not arrange it this way, they were all in other classes. However, when our Pingtoushan students get together, I also feel a little happy. At least they will make me have good memories, a sense of acquaintance, and a sense of security.
The second feeling is regret. Maybe, I didn't waste the third year of junior high school, but I didn't cherish the days with them. Perhaps, the last three weeks were my happiest days. I fought and quarreled with Li Xu¡¯s dog-headed gang; I talked and chatted with Hu Qing on the phone, and wrote a memoir of more than 16,000 words in eight chapters for her. It records our little by little, from friendship to parting, from acquaintance by fate to acquaintance and hate late to seeing you off thousands of miles away; we corresponded with Wang Jie in the last days, encouraged each other, talked about the future, talked about the past, wrote A wonderful sentence; compare with Liu Lixiao to beat and pinch people; compare with Li Wenjie who is more feminine I can say this, in the third grade of junior high school, I am happy and I cherish it. Although there is no pledge of eternal love between us, there is no sea dry and rock rotten, but we have changed, QQ has not changed, and there are many philosophical sentences written to me by Wang Jie. I wrote it down, jotted it down, and used it in my notes, as the best reward for her. May luck be with you!
Therefore, I wrote an essay for each of them eloquently, and synthesized "Class 124 Fengyunlu". Here, we have common stories and common memories. I treat each of them sincerely, and there are several essays I think it's well written. Liu Lixiao's help, Deng Xingxing's language, Jiang Chaozi's white bone claws, Hu Qing's charming eyes, Li Qiang's uniqueness, Xie Hai's honestyeverything is there.
But I failed to cherish those days more, so that now I have left too many memories of their failures. But fortunately, youth, good or bad, has no flaws. I'm proud of them, I'm proud of having friends like them. So, now my heart is looking forward to their letters like Halley's comet hitting the earth.
I hope they can use colored pens to draw a successful conclusion to this journey!
? 2007, September 2, night (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com