The sunlight in the corridor shines through the windows on the marble floor, shining on the shadows of the children stepping on it, and the weather is warm like the hearts of teenagers struggling after half of the busy spring. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info.

Another year of college entrance examination season, the decisive arts and sciences in high school.

At the end of April, the second model ended, and everyone's results were not very satisfactory.

The main line is not as high as when it was a mold, only the ten will reach the original, and three of the ten will reach one, which is generally not ideal.

In the third year of high school, the teacher will not talk about learning anymore, because by this time, those who want to learn are already learning, and those who don't want to study are quietly dreaming, and the teacher will not care.

Xiao Zhuang said that the back row is quiet, and he comes to the back row to study every night during self-study.

At first, I was nervous when I first came to me, and I felt like I would blush when I moved.

But she comes here every night during self-study, and she doesn't feel awkward after a long time.

After Xiaozhuang came over, I was worried about affecting her studies and didn't dare to chat with her during class, although there was not much communication, but she was just one or two meters to my left, which made up for what I hadn't experienced in the past two years.

Xiao Zhuang really worked too hard, brushed many questions and memorized many paragraphs every day, and it was not for nothing that he was in the leading position of the report card for a long time.

I remember one time when I couldn't learn to read novels, Xiao Zhuang saw me and wrote the four big words "study hard" in the notebook.

I was a little ashamed and put on a cheering pose.

The college entrance examination is over in a month, and everyone is gone, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to see her again when the dust settles.

So while it's still early, take a few more glances to engrave her in my time, even if I will never meet her again in the future, I will leave an extra emotion in this place where the wind of memory throbs.

The homeroom teacher is about to send off a group of students, and he is a little relieved and a little sad.

Many classes in the second and third years of liberal arts have changed class teachers, but only our class has not changed, and the teacher has spent two years with us.

How many years are there in your life? I have to say that being a teacher is a great profession, it may only take a few years for them to teach a group of students, but the future of students is unlimited, and the ability to give back to the world is also infinite possibilities.

The head teacher bought a lot of notebooks and wrote precious words on the cover one stroke at a time.

It was the last gift the teacher gave us.

The teacher wrote it in batches, and we received it in batches.

Xiao Zhuang received the notebook first, which should have a good comment written on it, and Xiao Zhuang had a good smile on his face.

She suddenly turned her head, handed over her notebook, and said that she wanted to see me in exchange.

After I got the results, I said that mine hasn't been sent yet, and I'll show you later.

She said I'll give you mine, right?

I said no, mine will come in a moment.

Xiao Zhuang said again, then you can write me a paragraph, and you will be a classmate.

I smiled and nodded, turned the first page, thought for a while, and wrote a message on it that I don't know what to say, but the central idea is to wish you a happy voice.

After Xiao Zhuang read it, my book was also sent down, Xiao Zhuang said I took it to write, and the bell rang after class.

Xiaozhuang said I will give it to you tomorrow.

I said okay.

But who knows, the next day, the last big shift in the class, Xiaozhuang was still by the window, but I went to the corner by the door.

But I'm happy because I have a notebook with memories of her in my bag.

It says that she is my goddess and will bless me with happiness in my life.