On June IV, the sky was full of "snowflakes" that were more than goose feathers, and the broad land was covered with thick "silver", and the students laughed, shouted, roared, and tore their hearts and minds, and the efforts of more than ten years were witnessed by God at this moment.

My alma mater, since the beginning of our class, has staged the grand sacrifice of tearing books year after year, we have sacrificed our youth with books that were once full of notes but are now flying pieces of them, we roared to end our middle school years with our own hands, and bravely and ignorantly faced the upcoming society or university.

At this point, there is no more golden house in the book.

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