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    fourth year

    I sat under the window with my glasses, book, and pen.

    Looking at the broken oil road leading to No. 6 Middle School.

    The pen is scratching on the book, but I am thinking about the car on the road and the classmates in the car.

    For the first time a happy voice sounded in the distance,

    I quickly put on my glasses.

    But it was a truck,

    There is no one I wait for,

    Disappointed, I took off my glasses and put them down.

    High school life -

    Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

    But I never forgot my roots.

    ? The past, the past,

    It seems so sacred to me.

    O night after parting!

    So long!  so cold!

    But time will never weather my memory.

    As long as we have known each other before.

    You are still in my heart.

    ?The fate relationship will never be broken due to changes in appearance, time, and distance.

    The past and the past are all my life that died yesterday!  Suddenly, the sound of the car rang again in my ears.

    Take a closer look!

    It's the one who went to No.6 Middle School!

    But he is not my classmate.

    Friendship in youth, is it really like a gust of wind?

    After blowing, is it over?

    I do not believe!

    After all, I didn't wait for him (her)!

    Dear friends, in the vast sea of ??people,

    We don't know whether the next stop is going straight or turning,

    But maybe happiness will be met there.

    Suddenly, a rainbow appeared in the sky¡ª

    That is the vocal result of the silent fireworks.

    Why do I feel that it is so like a farewell party for my friends!

    Over and over again, over and over again,

    Climbed to the top,

    Get brighter, get taller, get radiant.

    This release lasts for several hours.

    In a short day, twenty-four hours, how many hours of glory can you win?

    Memory will never be weathered by time.

    In the fourth year, I rode on invisible wings,

    Started a new life again.

    I sat under the window with my glasses, book, and pen.

    Looking at the broken oil road leading to No. 6 Middle School.

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