Student essays
Suddenly there are many summers in a lifetime, but none of them are this summer. —Epigraph.
The cicadas in summer are very noisy, the branches outside the window are crazy but they can't stop the sun, the sycamore is still luxuriant, and there are people coming and going**. I flipped through my memories, time was like rising in the east and setting in the west, the years were like clouds and smoke, more than a thousand days and nights were fleeting, I sat at the end of the podium, looking at you, just like the first time I saw you.
Fate makes us meet unexpectedly, and companionship brings us closer gradually. I've wondered countless times what made you conquer us. Now I think it's probably the smile on your face, the fact that you never give up on everyone, and the silent companionship you sit behind the classroom.
When we were young, we didn't understand the meaning of parting, and we always thought that it was far away from us. But we never thought that time would pass quietly through our fingertips. The bell for the end of class that I once dreamed of was so harsh at this time. Finally about to leave this place that carried three years of youth, I don't know what I left behind, what I can take with me, the only thing left seems to be confused, looking at the familiar surroundings, I suddenly feel that I don't seem to have looked at it seriously, and I have seen this place that carries our laughter and tears. Walking out of the school gate, as if something had been pulled out of my body, I finally couldn't help crying. When I got closer, I realized that it was so short. Those best memories are scattered all over the world.
Young people have dreams, should not stop at the heartbeat, but also take action, the sky is full of stars and the moon is in the sky, the night is as cool as water, the moon in front of the window, and the lonely lamp is afterimage. Facing the blowing breeze, the fireflies, and the infinite stretch of light on both sides of the street. We will lie down because we are tired, run away from difficulties, give up because we are tired, and at this age, we carry too much on our shoulders. Reading at night, racing against time, just for the final sprint, walking into the morning fog, falling into the twilight clouds, being forced by time to stumble forward, and then unforgettable strong, all efforts will make us better people. I believe that the efforts and preparations now are a kind of precipitation and accumulation, which will help you burst out with great power when a special time comes in the future, and one day, your efforts will prove yourself for you and become the brightest star in the night sky. Fortunately, the dawn is not far away; Fortunately, there are still dreams to pursue in the distance.
My youth was not vigorous, there were only months of lessons and never-ending past papers. Youth, sworn by the beauliage leaves at the end of summer, and the returning begonia flowers as evidence, will never be centrifuged. When I left the last stroke on the paper, it was a perfect answer to the youth. ended the noisy and boring, noisy youth, and drew an end to his boyhood. Looking back, there is a story all the way, there are firm steps when I look down, and there is an unknown distance when I look up, and I know that every effort I make will not be in vain.
Mountains and Rivers Old People" said that everyone can only accompany you for a while, and sooner or later they will be separated, thank you for coming, thank you for your company in the past three years, let me see too many scenery that I have not noticed.
The sky can be replenished, the sea can be filled, the South Mountain can be moved, the sun and the moon have passed, and there can be no return, suddenly this summer, youth accompanied, is grateful, is satisfied, no regrets.