Spring is rippling in the world, and I am also leisurely and chic in heaven.

—Epigraph

The faint bird song, and the soft spring breeze in my memory, touched my heart. Reminds me that spring has come.

Yes, unconsciously, spring has come.

It's not so delicate and lovely, how graceful and luxurious, but it can really make people feel nostalgic.

Put aside your homework, stand by the window, and look at it, wanting to take in the beauty of spring, but you don't have time to enjoy this leisure.

Or maybe it's been a leisurely time.

Looking out the window, the ground has already seen the emerald sprouts of young grass, and all kinds of wildflowers can be seen everywhere, or standing in groups of three or five, or hidden in the grass, and the birds seem to be affected by the flowers, and they also chirp, as if they are competing with each other to see who is sweeter. The children are also playing unknown games, laughing, yelling at me. The spring breeze blows, there is no trace of dust, it is full of freshness, as if even a small sand, a small stone, has been injected with vitality.

Close your eyes, let the spring breeze wash your heart, and want to catch the leisure, the leisurely in the memory.

The warm sunlight passed through the shadows of the trees and through the windowsill, leaving a warm kiss on my cheek......

Tree? By the way, what about the tree? Thinking of this, my heart felt as if I had been poked hard by someone.

The memories that have long been scattered all over the place, at this moment, I have beaten out the outline it should have been-

On June 28th, my friend Ke and I had to part ways from our alma mater, and we were about to graduate, no, to be exact, we had graduated from that day. With a shuffling step, he moved out of the campus. As children, we wanted to draw strength from the earth and stay in the lovely campus forever, even if we were standing! However, we are so small, so powerless, from the first step out of the school, it means that we have lost. Outside the campus, I saw a tree that was falling its leaves: with the autumn wind, whirling, under the residual sun, silently drifting, adding a little sorrow to us who suffered from parting for the first time. Seeing this scene, we fought hard, wanted to say something but couldn't say it, blocked our brains in our throats, and finally had to squeeze out a smile......

What about the tree that holds my relationship with Ke? Ke is fine studying in Changsha, but what about the tree? No more leaves will be shed, will it? After all, it's already spring, just like the sky is a little cool, but the sun is still the same.

Thinking of this, I frantically ran to my alma mater, which was not far from home. That's right, there are no leaves left, and new shoots are spitting out. I remember when I was a child, we used to play under this tree after school, the tree was very tall, we were very small, and the tree was like a big umbrella, surrounding the laughter of Ke and me, and not letting these happiness flow outside the tree. Once, I watched the leaves of the tree brush down, and sighed vigorously, Ke saw this scene, first bowed his head and was silent, and then gave me a blank look, and said with a big grin: "Do you know? This...... This...... This is called 'falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers'! As soon as this remark came out, I admired her for a long time, who was only in the second grade......

However, those immature friendships have passed away, and it is useless to think about them - when I entered middle school, I failed to make a close friend.

It's really a bit unaccustomed, really—the ease of the past is not only dependent on whether or not there is the constraint of homework, but more importantly for me, the sense of security given to me by the surrounding environment.

In the past, the teacher's preference and the love of the classmates and the happiness given by the bosom friend were placed on one side of the scale, but now the frequent frustrations, the coldness of the classmates, and even the vicious words of some people are placed on the other side of the scale, and the difference between the two is too far.

I want to pack myself up in a bag so it might be a little better.

At this time, the soft spring breeze woke me up from my sleep in my own world and brought me back to my senses all at once. What should I do, the tears are about to overflow again, in a haze, I want to desperately hide my tears, I have to wipe them with the corner of my clothes, but my ears are buzzing - I remember everything I used to be with my classmates and friends, and I am a little confused in front of me - I remember everything I used to be with my friends and teachers, and I remember that I cheered for my class with my classmates at the school sports meeting; I remember that everyone spoke enthusiastically in class and was praised by the teacher; I remember that a few days ago, when everyone was nervous, there were always a few naughty bags "righteous and courageous" to say some witty words to enliven the atmosphere.

……

Why, I can't get out of this emotion? Really, unhappy people get old.

When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of not only the new shoots of the tree, but also a few new leaves, very fresh, very quiet, it looks like I have smelled the fragrance of the tree, the leaves seem to be wrapped in water, tender, and the green is as if it has been precipitated for thousands of years. A few touches of fresh green with a lot of vitality!

"Students, remember, today's parting is for a better meeting tomorrow, if our teachers are shrouded in their own parting sadness, then today's parting will become meaningless, the children in our class are the best, let us convert the sadness of graduation into the motivation for our actions on the road in the future!"

This is a quote from our teacher at the graduation ceremony.

Looking at the new green, thinking about the words, suddenly, my world, spring is warm, and flowers are blooming

。

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers", at this moment I really realized the meaning of this poem.

If it weren't for the fallen leaves last spring as fertilizer, how could there be such a beautiful new green this year? To say that the beautiful green of those leaves is like thousands of years of precipitation, it is better to say that it is a new transformation of last year's fallen leaves!

Why do I have to go around this emotion and can't get out? Why do I have to live in this gloom? Why don't I think about it from a different perspective?

I began to stand on the pyramid of memories and look down: although Ke and I couldn't see each other often, we could talk on the phone every week; Although Ke and I can't go through it together, we can still cry and laugh together as before; Most importantly, our friendship hasn't changed, we know each other's best friends!

If you're well, it's a sunny day, and that's enough.

Well, yes, it does make me relax, and it's really a kind of beauty, and I will enjoy the beauty of the present and the future.

Dancing and laughing, sprouting and breaking frost.

Spring is rippling in the world, and I am also leisurely and chic in heaven.

—Epigraph

The faint bird song, and the soft spring breeze in my memory, touched my heart. Reminds me that spring has come.

Yes, unconsciously, spring has come.

It's not so delicate and lovely, how graceful and luxurious, but it can really make people feel nostalgic.

Put aside your homework, stand by the window, and look at it, wanting to take in the beauty of spring, but you don't have time to enjoy this leisure.

Or maybe it's been a leisurely time.

Looking out the window, the ground has already seen the emerald sprouts of young grass, and all kinds of wildflowers can be seen everywhere, or standing in groups of three or five, or hidden in the grass, and the birds seem to be affected by the flowers, and they also chirp, as if they are competing with each other to see who is sweeter. The children are also playing unknown games, laughing, yelling at me. The spring breeze blows, there is no trace of dust, it is full of freshness, as if even a small sand, a small stone, has been injected with vitality.

Close your eyes, let the spring breeze wash your heart, and want to catch the leisure, the leisurely in the memory.

The warm sunlight passed through the shadows of the trees and through the windowsill, leaving a warm kiss on my cheek......

Tree? By the way, what about the tree? Thinking of this, my heart felt as if I had been poked hard by someone.

The memories that have long been scattered all over the place, at this moment, I have beaten out the outline it should have been-

On June 28th, my friend Ke and I had to part ways from our alma mater, and we were about to graduate, no, to be exact, we had graduated from that day. With a shuffling step, he moved out of the campus. As children, we wanted to draw strength from the earth and stay in the lovely campus forever, even if we were standing! However, we are so small, so powerless, from the first step out of the school, it means that we have lost. Outside the campus, I saw a tree that was falling its leaves: with the autumn wind, whirling, under the residual sun, silently drifting, adding a little sorrow to us who suffered from parting for the first time. Seeing this scene, we fought hard, wanted to say something but couldn't say it, blocked our brains in our throats, and finally had to squeeze out a smile......

What about the tree that holds my relationship with Ke? Ke is fine studying in Changsha, but what about the tree? No more leaves will be shed, will it? After all, it's already spring, just like the sky is a little cool, but the sun is still the same.

Thinking of this, I frantically ran to my alma mater, which was not far from home. That's right, there are no leaves left, and new shoots are spitting out. I remember when I was a child, we used to play under this tree after school, the tree was very tall, we were very small, and the tree was like a big umbrella, surrounding the laughter of Ke and me, and not letting these happiness flow outside the tree. Once, I watched the leaves of the tree brush down, and sighed vigorously, Ke saw this scene, first bowed his head and was silent, and then gave me a blank look, and said with a big grin: "Do you know? This...... This...... This is called 'falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers'! As soon as this remark came out, I admired her for a long time, who was only in the second grade......

However, those immature friendships have passed away, and it is useless to think about them - when I entered middle school, I failed to make a close friend.

It's really a bit unaccustomed, really—the ease of the past is not only dependent on whether or not there is the constraint of homework, but more importantly for me, the sense of security given to me by the surrounding environment.

In the past, the teacher's preference and the love of the classmates and the happiness given by the bosom friend were placed on one side of the scale, but now the frequent frustrations, the coldness of the classmates, and even the vicious words of some people are placed on the other side of the scale, and the difference between the two is too far.

I want to pack myself up in a bag so it might be a little better.

At this time, the soft spring breeze woke me up from my sleep in my own world and brought me back to my senses all at once. What should I do, the tears are about to overflow again, hazy, I want to desperately hide my tears, I have to wipe them with the corner of my clothes, but my ears are buzzing - I remember everything I used to be with my classmates and friends, and I am a little confused in front of me - I remember everything I had with my friends and teachers in the past, and I remembered that I and my classmates chose for my class in the school sports meeting

Hands cheer and shout; I remember that everyone spoke enthusiastically in class and was praised by the teacher; I remember that a few days ago, when everyone was nervous, there were always a few naughty bags "righteous and courageous" to say some witty words to enliven the atmosphere.

……

Why, I can't get out of this emotion? Really, unhappy people get old.

When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of not only the new shoots of the tree, but also a few new leaves, very fresh, very quiet, it looks like I have smelled the fragrance of the tree, the leaves seem to be wrapped in water, tender, and the green is as if it has been precipitated for thousands of years. A few touches of fresh green with a lot of vitality!

"Students, remember, today's parting is for a better meeting tomorrow, if our teachers are shrouded in their own parting sadness, then today's parting will become meaningless, the children in our class are the best, let us convert the sadness of graduation into the motivation for our actions on the road in the future!"

This is a quote from our teacher at the graduation ceremony.

Looking at the new green, thinking about the words, suddenly, my world, spring is warm, and flowers are blooming.

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers", at this moment I really realized the meaning of this poem.

If it weren't for the fallen leaves last spring as fertilizer, how could there be such a beautiful new green this year? To say that the beautiful green of those leaves is like thousands of years of precipitation, it is better to say that it is a new transformation of last year's fallen leaves!

Why do I have to go around this emotion and can't get out? Why do I have to live in this gloom? Why don't I think about it from a different perspective?

I began to stand on the pyramid of memories and look down: although Ke and I couldn't see each other often, we could talk on the phone every week; Although Ke and I can't go through it together, we can still cry and laugh together as before; Most importantly, our friendship hasn't changed, we know each other's best friends!

If you're well, it's a sunny day, and that's enough.

Well, yes, it does make me relax, and it's really a kind of beauty, and I will enjoy the beauty of the present and the future.

Dancing and laughing, sprouting and breaking frost.

Spring is rippling in the world, and I am also leisurely and chic in heaven.

—Epigraph

The faint bird song, and the soft spring breeze in my memory, touched my heart. Reminds me that spring has come.

Yes, unconsciously, spring has come.

It's not so delicate and lovely, how graceful and luxurious, but it can really make people feel nostalgic.

Put aside your homework, stand by the window, and look at it, wanting to take in the beauty of spring, but you don't have time to enjoy this leisure.

Or maybe it's been a leisurely time.

Looking out the window, the ground has already seen the emerald sprouts of young grass, and all kinds of wildflowers can be seen everywhere, or standing in groups of three or five, or hidden in the grass, and the birds seem to be affected by the flowers, and they also chirp, as if they are competing with each other to see who is sweeter. The children are also playing unknown games, laughing, yelling at me. The spring breeze blows, there is no trace of dust, it is full of freshness, as if even a small sand, a small stone, has been injected with vitality.

Close your eyes, let the spring breeze wash your heart, and want to catch the leisure, the leisurely in the memory.

The warm sunlight passed through the shadows of the trees and through the windowsill, leaving a warm kiss on my cheek......

Tree? By the way, what about the tree? Thinking of this, my heart felt as if I had been poked hard by someone.

The memories that have long been scattered all over the place, at this moment, I have beaten out the outline it should have been-

On June 28th, my friend Ke and I had to part ways from our alma mater, and we were about to graduate, no, to be exact, we had graduated from that day. With a shuffling step, he moved out of the campus. As children, we wanted to draw strength from the earth and stay in the lovely campus forever, even if we were standing! However, we are so small, so powerless, from the first step out of the school, it means that we have lost. Outside the campus, I saw a tree that was falling its leaves: with the autumn wind, whirling, under the residual sun, silently drifting, adding a little sorrow to us who suffered from parting for the first time. Seeing this scene, we fought hard, wanted to say something but couldn't say it, blocked our brains in our throats, and finally had to squeeze out a smile......

What about the tree that holds my relationship with Ke? Ke is fine studying in Changsha, but what about the tree?

Thinking of this, I frantically ran to my alma mater, which was not far from home. That's right, there are no leaves left, and new shoots are spitting out. I remember when I was a child, we used to play under this tree after school, the tree was very tall, we were very small, and the tree was like a big umbrella, surrounding the laughter of Ke and me, and not letting these happiness flow outside the tree. Once, I watched the leaves of the tree brush down, and sighed vigorously, Ke saw this scene, first bowed his head and was silent, and then gave me a blank look, and said with a big grin: "Do you know? This...... This...... This is called 'falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers'! ”

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