At the moment of parting, Xiao D still cried, and Bai Xi's face became red because of tears. I watched silently, and then walked away mercilessly, but my heart hurt like a knife.

My dazed eyes seem to have become synonymous with loneliness, born in a moment of loneliness, distracted in a moment of crying, and in a moment of loneliness**.

I would walk with my hands in my pockets, staring at the ground, and walking past familiar faces without raising my head, and I didn't want to talk because it would only make my heart hurt more.

The teacher changed, my classmates dispersed, and I gradually got used to the strangeness. The silence in my mind became the indifference of the night, and I tried to return, but my mind kept beating inconsistently, and my senses were attacked one more time.

Let's face it optimistically, think so.

But I'm still a little uncomfortable, or I can't let go.

I miss that unchanging face, as if time has stood still in the past, and even a moment of longing is enough to make up for the remaining scars. I'm a person who is not good at expressing myself, and I can't even say out loud to them that I am reluctant, but I smiled bitterly for a long time, knowing that when I left, I came out of my loss.

We'll see you again. I said the last word. After the start of school, I rarely have free time, and I embed new inspiration into my new life. When I found out that the tall boys in the class were all cute personalities, I was not only relieved by the discipline, but also embarrassed by the outcome of the sports day.

I said to study hard and abandon distractions. And then it did. It's just a little puzzled how much wind and rain I experienced at the beginning. In the end, the wind and rain became a reality, and it was good to gather and disperse.

The teacher took good care of me, I was very grateful, and I was a little helpless, the ordinary life was more acceptable for me, I just wanted to be a grain of mortal, and I didn't want to get involved so much.

The sky turns gray, and the bitterness of life makes people feel sour

When I close my eyes, I can still feel your faces smiling at me.

There is a little b said that my hands are so white, better than the girls', I replied to her without hesitation, "Can the hand of playing the piano not be white", in fact, at that time I wanted to say, if a person always puts his hand in the pocket of the school uniform when walking, looks directly at the ground, and walks contemplatively for a long time, the red face behind me greets me and ignores it, and the hand is naturally white.

I think it may be because my personality is becoming more and more withdrawn, like a lonely watchman in the field, witnessing the blossoming and failure of flowers, sunrise and sunset.

Time will always make people look old.

I still remember those little experiments, I forgot too many words in the middle, your white face turned sideways, smiling, and planted that seed in my heart. That's you by my side, it's an unforgettable sunny day, the sky sets off the clouds more and more shyly, and the most exquisite love bookmarks are precipitated with heart.

Time and space brought me back from reality and buried my memories in autumn.

Autumn, falling leaves, bustling, withering. Why do these eight words come to mind so often?

I want to hold your hand and sleepwalk in our world.

I tend to have my heart ache for your tears.

Xiao Z will always talk about his girlfriend tirelessly, and then constantly heartache when they break up, I said, aren't you tired like this? He smiled and replied, "It's my preference." I thought about it, maybe this is the reason why he can touch the scene again and again.

It's a pity that they're all gone.

I fell into a loneliness that no one would understand.

I miss you in the past, I want to show the article to Xiao Z and Xiao H again, I want to listen to them laugh at my naivety again, I want to go back to the company that used to be hand in hand with girls, little D, little L, little J, little Y, one by one I am getting farther and farther away, and Xiao W, also started to a new level... I could only grasp a piece of nothingness when I touched it, and all my thoughts came to naught, and I would only stare helplessly at the ground, staying in this story of nine years and seven classes hanging on the door sign of the world.

I miss the wind and rain, the blood and sweat, the ecstatic expression of holding the award certificate one by one, and the tears and red eyes that I once left.

I looked as if I was leaving, looking at the backs that were fading away, and my eyes were red again.

You said no separation

To be together all the time

This is our commemoration

It is also a mutual agreement

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