The lost beautiful composition
September 1, with a heavy heart. Because I understand that although it is the beginning of a new semester, it is a symbol of separation. On August 30th, I heard from my friends that we were going to be divided into classes. I told many people that day. They don't believe it and don't want to believe it. After two years together, the first grade groped in a strange place, and the second grade friendship sprouted. After class, we discuss jokes together, occasionally pass notes in class, or ask each other for help to prevent teachers from asking questions. These are never nostalgia. After that, I smiled and thought it would last for a long time. The fourth day passed so well. However, we are all wrong. We have no time to miss it. On August 25th, we had the last class together, and we were still at a loss. This is probably our last chance to be happy in the second day of junior high school.
On September 1 day, the students who just arrived at school were quickly attracted by this news. The classroom was very quiet when the teacher read the class list. I turned around and saw that the teacher elder sister (my friend, who was sitting behind me at that time) had not arrived at school. She is still so lazy, thinking that she doesn't come until 7: 30 like the second day of junior high school. It's a pity that she couldn't come to say goodbye to us. After reading it, the teacher was still very quiet. After a long time, he said, "All right, let's go." We take our schoolbags and look for new strangers.
After class, there are always piles of friends in the corridor of grade three, and they can get together in a few minutes after class. Say the teacher is fierce; Say that classmates are strangers; It is difficult to violate discipline by saying that you are sitting in the front in class. But in the end, we even lost the time to get together. We entered the classroom 2 minutes before class, and almost every class was delayed by the teacher. How much can we save after recess 10 minutes?
On the 2 nd and 3 rd, it was released for the weekend. For us, we can use two days to comfort ourselves. It's too sudden to accept this reality. Lao Wang said that he seems to feel that he can return to his class after taking exams in various examination rooms. We all agreed, but this time, after the exam, we went our separate ways and the class was over.
I habitually got up at 6: 35 on the morning of the 3rd, thinking as always that it would be too late to learn the piano again. When I looked up at the book on the piano, I realized that we had graduated and the piano class no longer existed. So I began to miss the company of our piano class for five years. Girls 1 1, only two of them usually practice the piano well; The boy Zhang En is praised every week. I don't think we are not satisfied. I remember Zhang En practicing the piano, moving the stool to Zhang Lin's side and asking her to tell her fortune. Zhang Lin calculated it twice, and finally ended up living in a thatched cottage in Zhang En. Then Zhang En said angrily that she was not sure. I remember when we sang the soundtrack out of tune, we often couldn't help laughing. I remember that Zhang En * went up to get a bomb, and the girls deliberately made trouble, and the ensemble suddenly became a quartet, and then burst into laughter, and the collective practice could not go on; There is also a few days before the ninth grade, when the teacher was away, there was a war between men and women. Using the cloth of the dream piano as a weapon, white cloth flew all over the sky, and then grabbed the best position of the air conditioner. I thought every week was the same, so I forgot to cherish it. Until the day of the exam, I went back and found that we were going to be separated forever. Five years have passed.
Students in Grade Three may have little time to seal up their memories. We live a study life with the same treatment as the fourth grade, which is exhausting. These lost beauty will bring me a kind of comfort when I am tired. I felt the picture was warm at that time, but it was a sealed fact that could never be opened again. We always know how to cherish when we lose it, and it's too late to regret it, so we have to wander in the lost memory. My third year, with this feeling, began.