I can't go back to the past, and I can't go back even if the world is turned upside down. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When I was young, my classmates had a reunion, and many of the photos I uploaded were not in my memory. It's also that I only finished my first year of high school in the second middle school, but everyone still remembers me and is still thinking about me thousands of miles away, which touches my heart.

At that time, although life was hard, everyone was small, and there were not so many sorrows, and they were like sheep in the mountains, and they let their temperament grow to their heart's content.

At that time, I was a resolute, dare to speak, dare to do, and be a righteous child. I remember that the school was equipped with unqualified teachers, so I first wrote a letter to the principal, and when there was no response, I took a few classmates in the class to find the principal and fight for it face-to-face, and finally with our unremitting efforts, the teacher changed. Thinking about it now, it was so innocent and cute back then. A spirit that is not afraid of heaven and earth, that is called ignorance is fearlessness, right?

There was also a classmate who was poor and couldn't afford to study, so he dropped out of school and went home. I was stunned to take the lead in doing something that changed the fate of her life. First, she mobilized her classmates to donate, and then took a few classmates to her home to persuade her parents to send her to school, and stayed at her classmates for one night.

Yesterday, a classmate talked about it, and I remembered that I was such a warm-hearted, enthusiastic, and enthusiastic person.

I also gossiped about how many people had a crush on me, who gave me to whom, hahaha, I was actually ignorant. He also said that I had nowhere to hide after him, hahaha, I didn't know.

In my sophomore year of high school, I had already decided to transfer to another school, bidding farewell to the second middle school where I spread my passion. I knew what I needed, and I wanted to find a good school to realize my college dream. But my ruthlessness also offended the teacher, and the last time I went home, I wanted to give the teacher a belated apology for the arrogance of my youth, but the teacher didn't seem to forgive me for so many years, and he didn't come. My classmate called and said that I had come back and invited him to dinner, but he said that he had something to do. Later, I thought that I should have called the teacher myself, but it was still inappropriate not to speak to the teacher in person. The next time I go back, I must make up for the debt to the teacher for so many years, he was actually very good to me at that time, but I didn't do well, even if I transferred to another school, I had to explain it clearly to the teacher, but at that time it seemed to be with a disdain to leave.

So many classmates are asking me when I will go back, which makes me miss my hometown even more, and the classmates who have been separated for more than 20 years are still so kind, and many of them can't remember the same familiar feeling. This is the nostalgia that people can't give up in their lives!

Life seems to have come to a situation where it should have achieved something but has become so embarrassing, I miss the young and frivolous me at that time, I miss the innocent friendship, I miss the past!