June is a painful day, because these two months are the graduation season, and the friendship of several years is slowly blown away by the summer breeze of this month.

—Epigraph

June is already very hot for us, and at the same time, we have also spent the last "Children's Day".

The background of the sky is pale blue, a low color dyed by tears. White clouds take up more than half of the sky, causing the playground to be a little cold. The summer breeze blows the leaves, and the sound of "rustling" is accompanied by the sound of reading and the teacher's explanation.

June's unique "fierce" sun hides in the thick clouds and seems to be snickering at the way we feel hot and cold. On this day, we are going to take a photo of our elementary school graduation. (The author is an elementary school student, so please understand.) The Chinese teacher was helpless about the dress of our class before the graduation photo was taken, some wearing long sleeves and some wearing short sleeves. After coming down, someone from the second class, who was close to our third class, said:

"Damn, your class is so special. Not afraid of being scolded by the principal? ”

The classmate who is often called Brother Ning said; "What's there to be afraid of? It's just a graduation photo, is it so exquisite? Then, Brother Ning said with some "pride": "Our class is special, our class is proud!" ”

When the third shift was in order, I stood on the second step and shrugged my shoulders, crossed my hands, trying to warm myself up. Because the summer breeze suddenly became very cold in the morning, not only did I feel uncomfortable, but everyone else too. I tugged at the girl on my right with a slightly cold hand: "Now, Xuan." Have you ever felt particularly cold all of a sudden? ”

"yes, yes," Xuan nodded, shrugging her shoulders like me, "It's a little cold, I suddenly want to go get a coat and wear it." ”

Xuan and I sighed because it wasn't possible. After all, it's a graduation photoshoot.

I turned my face sideways to look at the situation behind me, but I didn't expect to see Zhang Yechen's guy. He looked at me and lip-shaped me:

Hey, sister-in-law.

I knew what he was talking about, and I could see it at a glance, and I also lip-synced back to him:

Call sister, or I won't borrow your calculator; If you don't scream, just shut up. Also, I glared at him and didn't call me sister-in-law!

Yes, yes, sister-in-law.

Zhang Yechen looked at me helplessly, and I also looked at him helplessly.

…… What's the use? Isn't it called sister-in-law the same? I sighed silently again, I was completely disappointed in my brain. Utter disappointment.

A few sparrows in the big banyan tree were just chirping, and they seemed to be "laughing" at my brain incompetence.

When all three of us and the teacher arrived, the photographer made a gesture and we started to get serious, our expressions almost identical. A red dot from the camera swiped through everyone's eyes in turn, frozen. The next second the photographer said "Okay", we scattered in all directions as if a bird or beast had been attacked by a hunter. I went to get my coat and went back to the classroom with my good friends, chatting as we walked.

I'm different, I take my coat and walk to the classroom alone, and when I put it on, I feel very happy – it's only been about five minutes of cold wind. On the stairs back to the classroom, I happened to meet my "comic" tablemate, Ban Keyuan children's shoes. That is, Zhang Yechen's eldest brother, who went back to the classroom together.

When I got back to the classroom and sat down, I raised an eyebrow and said to him with a smirk, "Hey, how's that?"

He slowly opened the lid of the water bottle, and after taking a sip, he said:

"Hehe, needless to say, the rhythm of the cold dead!"

"At the same table, I suddenly noticed that you like 'hehe' very much."

Wait, why is this a little strange when I say that?

"So?"

Ah~~ It turns out that this is such a "thing". I suddenly realized that I narrowed my eyes slightly, and the same table was really "pure".

Start the taolu mode.

"You like 'huh'?"

Say "I like it"!

I looked at him nervously, waiting for the next word from my tablemate. Unbeknownst to me, the guy at the table understood my intentions and gently tapped my head with his hand. Say what I'm thinking, and he won't get into my routine. I was stunned, and suddenly I felt a sense of pride. Well, this is like my tablemate, I really understand...... Phew, wrong, it doesn't seem good to be at the same table that I understand me too well...... Wait, I seem to have forgotten something? Oh!

I suddenly changed my face, looked at my table coldly, and said, "Do you want to fail the English course?" ”

"Ahh

"No, I can't. It's no use begging me. ”

"Oh, it's just the last time."

I saw my table mate actually "coquettish" me? Ban Keyuan has never been "coquettish" to anyone, either suddenly serious or suddenly funny...... Oh no, only in front of me, he seems to be funny. But, suddenly "coquettish" I have never seen before. I suddenly laughed, like a ruffian, and said to him that you were "coquettish".

The tablemate was slightly stunned for a moment, and then glared at me a little angrily: "I'm not coquettish!" ”

"'Sa' coquettish!" I sighed with some regret: "It's a pity I didn't see it clearly." ”

"That's not called coquettishness, thank you!"

"No thanks."

The tablemate frowned and poked my waist while I wasn't looking. I raised an eyebrow and began to fight him.

It wasn't until a few classmates came in that my table mates and I stopped the "war". Of course, I won, and I was at the same table and shouted stop.

Z and Xiang came in together, I raised my head, left my position, ran over and waved to them, and they smiled at me running towards them.

......

The "boring" Chinese class made some people gradually feel a little sleepy, some students began to take a nap, the Chinese teacher knocked on the table with a bamboo stick, and some people sobered up. After a while, I was awake and was infected by the "sleepiness" of my classmates around me. Gradually, I lowered my head, supported my head with a pen, closed my eyes and rested. The teacher seemed to think that I was writing notes, and instead of calling my name, the others were noted. I dragged me at the table, and I looked at him a little confused, and he pointed to the words written in the Chinese textbook with a sassafras pen;

Asleep?

No, just almost fell asleep.

I write it in my textbook, and I use a sassafras pen as well.

He erased the previous words and continued:

Yo, that's bold enough.

I slowly erased the handwriting and wrote:

Well, thanks for the compliment.

Then, I stopped sleeping. I was afraid that the teacher would suddenly call me by name. At this time, I suddenly thought that a classmate's QQ signature was like this: "The sleeping god of our class can be summed up in eight words: spring sleepiness, summer fatigue, autumn ton, and hibernation." Plus the boredom of language class. That's a fitting statement. I secretly yawned, thinking, "I'm sleepy, and it's okay to tell a story."

The finger gap is very wide, the time is too thin, quietly slips through the finger space, and before you know it, it is the evening school time.

In the summer, it gets dark early. I couldn't help but sigh again, Z didn't know when she appeared next to me, she patted me on the shoulder, held a little green book and said to me, "Sao Nian, don't sigh." Come, read with me Zhuge Liang's "Teacher Table": The first emperor did not start a business and the middle way collapsed, today the next three points, Yizhou is tired, and this sincerity is in danger of survival, and the autumn of this crisis is also ......"

I covered Z's mouth and tried to shut her up. However, this trick didn't help. I couldn't help it, and Z and I waited under a tree outside the school

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Y, the summer wind blew across our cheeks, and a few leaves fell asleep in the wind. Gambling books and pouring tea, leaning on the building to listen to the rain, the days are as simple as water. Zen time is always silent. I'm a little bored, so I just swear to memorize the "Teacher's Table", and I don't want to disturb her. I slowly whispered:

The story of the little yellow flower

Floating from the year of birth

Swing in childhood

With the memory flickering until now

ui sou sou xi dou xi la

sou la xi xi xi xi la xi la sou

Blowing the prelude and looking at the sky

I remembered that the petals tried to fall

......

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When Y came out, he looked at the two of us with a "hell" look. She suspected, me and Z are crazy.

There are still a dozen days to graduate, and the summer will soon pass and the autumn will be ushered in. The original 63 class is no longer the 63 class, but the current 5th grade 3 class has been replaced. Just like the blue and white campus has become the orange campus now. I wondered, if one day, we passed by our alma mater and heard the familiar bell of the end of class, would we remember the scene when we were playing after class? Do you remember the scene when we shouted Teacher Long? Do you think of those "unforgettable memories" that come back to us?

The wind is transparent, the rain is ticking, the water is blue, the flowers are beautiful, the leaves are falling, the clouds are flowing, the song is free, love is heart, love is crazy, the sky is eternal, the smile is unchanging, you are unforgettable.