Kapok is always open when new classmates come and old classmates are alive, full of brilliant red and burning with its brilliance, as if the youth we paid homage to with sweat and hard work is gone forever. Who and whose names are engraved under the tree, making a vow of "everlasting friendship", but I still don't understand how extravagant a lifelong agreement is. I used to hold hands and speak my mind, but I may not be able to pull the suitcase at the school gate. You go right, I go left.
The playground is quiet. Where have all the shouts and cheers of my classmates gone before? The rain that was secretly frozen dripped down the veins of the leaves. How much can I share? How many formulas have not been memorized? How many faces have you forgotten? With a click, graduation photo's dull smiling face drew an incomplete full stop for everything.
At this moment, there are only some fuzzy sticky silk screens around the heart. Does the seating chart on the classroom podium become an unlock password? How much joy and fear did the "prank" under the teacher's eyes steal from us? How many playground dreams have we buried in the thick book wall? Cut your background into window grilles and stick it on your heart, my friend. Will it forget you? When the memory is bleached and smoothed by years, will you never be able to call your name again?
The food that has been scolded for three years is so delicious that it has become a habit. Can you jump in line to eat chicken feet? Wonderful TV programs are always turned off at the climax. With a hiss, the crowd gradually dispersed and disappeared round and round. Are the uncles and aunts in the canteen still so rude to the class next door? Why do I still remember them in my mind, but one day I gave them an extra bowl of seaweed soup, and they were still so gentle?
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It's over. It's over. Is it time to break up?
The kite will always fly far, but its thread remains on the ground; Cooking smoke will always fly far away, but its source remains in the house; We always fly away, but the footprints are left in the theater of our alma mater. ...
At that moment, we graduated. We should not be sad, because we are growing. Because at that moment, we really graduated.