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In the third quarter of this afternoon, the physical education class, because of the thick snow outside, we just took the self-study class in the class, brought by the old left. "Li is because of..." The old left face is not bad, but it is still not easy. "She and her parents decided to let her transfer to the sixth class and stop staying. Come to a few male students. Taking advantage of the self-study class, help her move the table and chairs..." The groggy afternoon, as if suddenly I was awakened by this sudden news, she was leaving. Like many of my classmates, I haven't had time to react before. Only the subconscious is faintly conveying this message to himself. Between the three, five and two, my memory stayed in the moment with her encouragement and applause from the whole class. This is how it happened. My relationship with her is not bad. She often calls me "Master" (the master of calligraphy, in fact, it is also a joke. As far as the words I write, it is not allowed to calligraphy at all). But my friendship with her is actually not very deep. Compared to the regret of a little bit remaining in my heart, there are many people who are sad or regretful than me. But I don't guarantee that her roommates and friends will write an article specifically for this matter Cheap Cigarettes, so I said that my current mood should be said, it is still extremely complicated. From the beginning of the first year of high school, two people left in the class. The first is a Uighur girl from Xinjiang, and the second is the Han girl from Beijing. I remember that before the Xinjiang female classmates left Marlboro Gold, each classmate wrote her own blessing on a thick notebook and gave it to her. She was unable to attend classes due to a serious stomach illness and had to return to Xinjiang from Beijing to re-enter her family. This is undoubtedly a wise choice for her future, but I have also felt sorry for her, just like other students. To be honest, I have been separated from him from school to school. She has been sick in the girls�� dormitory for almost a few times. I have not even spoken to her. But what I wrote to her on the guestbook was the longest in the class. On the day of the farewell to her, the scene was really lyrical, and even my self-righteous person was a little bit wet. I really hope that she can live a good day. I hope that every lovely person can live happily and talk about it again. Although Li��s class is gone, at least one grade, in the classroom. Can be met. But after all, the feeling is a little different. Sometimes, some words, such as "every day can be met," are like the words on the face that must be said before the distant relatives leave the door. "I will always contact you later." "Come to our house often." In fact, this is often something that has to be said, but it is said to be the most useless. Can not be called "fake", can be clear to each other, so it is the case. I can't help but be a little sad. It is said that I meet every day in a grade... It��s all comforting. When you contact other students, you will always forget your former classmates. I can't guarantee it. Will she call me "Master" when she sees me later, and clearly remember my character and "calligraphy" style? Will her good sisters be as good as her in the future? No, there will always be a little bit, slowly faded. But she will have new friends who are most uncomfortable for me or think of the second half of the third year. One classmate and one class went away. From the 34 people in the class, there were more than 20 poor people left. My heart was also empty with the departure of one classmate. Some went to the United States, some went to the United Kingdom, some went to France; some chose to repeat, some chose to drop out of school... For the time being, their future is good or bad, and they always took away one of my thoughts. . Now I have never seen each other with these people Marlboro Red, maybe not in the future, and the imbalance in my heart is finally let go, forgetting. Only the recollection of this memory can also arouse some regrets at any time, bringing a few twists. But this is also inevitable. Everyone is unwilling. I don��t know how many people will go in my current class in the next two and a half years. A piece of literature, there are fewer people; once graduated, people will be scattered again. Poly and scattered always teach people to tangled and jealous, but still unchanged. Thinking of this, I have to feel the classic "there is no banquet in the world". Yes, there is always a gathering in life. This is not to be said. Just to see who brought the thoughts to whom, who can not get rid of the nostalgia for the past and miss someone!
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