The United States has:
1, "palm pain-parting" Author: the hourglass of memory
Please forgive me, I don't have the poetic meaning of Li Bai, nor the talents of Lao She and Bing Xin, but I wrote it anyway, because you and I are about to separate, and I want to express my feelings and give it to you. I don't want to wait until you get on the train and watch the long-distance train before telling you what I'm sorry for. My literary talent is average, I can't write anything earth-shattering, just an ordinary expression.
Four years ago, you and I met unexpectedly and started a social adventure. We have had pains, pains, tears, smiles and caresses together. Today, you let me grow up, prop up my tilted boat of life, take me upstream and walk out of the turbulent waves again and again. You made me understand that once a person gets friendship, difficulties and pains will be doubled and happiness will be doubled. Now I can go to the ocean independently and meet the storm without fear. I'm here to thank you. You and I are both teachers and friends. It is said that friends are better than brothers.
The most precious thing in the world is not wealth, but a true love, because wealth can't last forever, but a bosom friend lives once. Friendship is not expressed by mouth, but confirmed by all life; The acceptance of friendship is not with the ears, but with the whole heart. Looking back on the past, how much laughter your friendship aroused and how many tears it wiped away. You once said that you love the sea because it is heroic and majestic. Today I want to tell you that you have the character and spirit of the sea. Your character, talent and courage can all be called a capitalized "person".
Yesterday passed, leaving a warm dream, and dawn came quietly, bringing you a bright future like the sun. Today, you told me that when you were leaving, how many times I tried to keep you, I couldn't keep you. I know that friendship in the world is rare, and freedom is more precious! Don't forget our friendship! Life is like a dream, it is ice, it will always melt, it is a wild goose. Always traveling. I really don't want to. I never thought that you and I would part at this time. It is said that men don't flick when they have tears. I wasn't sad at that time. I can't help thinking about your past and leaving me. Tears fell silently and dripped on the ground, not to mention sadness. Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe ... How can there be no painful moments of separation? For the cause, we let the tears of parting flow freely. Meet when you are unfamiliar, and break up when you are familiar.
Finally, let's hold hands. There are thousands of words in the palm of your hand. I compiled all the days into a book, and when we meet again, we will look through our past together! ! !
2, "This parting, how to pay homage" Author: deserted courtyard
In June, I came to this city again, just like six years ago, silly and sad.
Passing by the place where we hugged for the first time, the grass is still so green and beautiful, and things are different! Love stranded in this sadness is like skin burned by strong sunlight, and it hurts more and more because it can't find a cure! I hold my breath and sink into the noise of this city again!
At that time, we were all too young to know that we couldn't give each other a future, but we were still stubbornly obsessed with your love and body! However, love nurtured in confusion, like an ethereal future, is also full of vacillating variables.
On a cold midnight, you said I was a stumbling block, so I couldn't help saying, let's go! My love goes from prosperity to desolation. Suddenly forgotten by the whole city and invaded by the night, my heart was peeled off one by one, like a withered jasmine with dying gray.
Unforgettable desolate memories, on the edge of the dark and fuzzy city, are blown so clearly by the night wind! Love is never a reason to stay, let alone to save each other! When love fades and forgets, will it become each other's best souvenirs?
How to pay homage to this parting!
3, "Another Year of Graduation" Author: Magic Purple Rain Philippines
Graduation is a delicate matter, and no one knows its mood.
I still remember when I graduated from high school, although everyone left with a smile, there was still a dull pain somewhere in my heart. Parting at that time was not a full stop, but it also made us sad once.
At this time, after graduation, in college, we have to face parting with a smile, leave those familiar people and things, and then go in different directions. Maybe we will be strangers from now on, no matter how likely the world is to meet, we will miss it again and again.
After graduation, the mood at that time may only be really clear one afternoon many years later. ...
After graduation, I may forget everything, but I can always see the same side face in my dreams at night. It always shouts our names loudly, with beautiful smiles and warm colors. ...
After graduation, when everything is forgotten by time, we will still remember those days when we were proud and depressed, the beautiful seasons we spent together, the muddy roads we walked together, and our whispers every night. ...
We read the same book, say the same stupid things, fantasize about the same future, and say the same thing about him and her. We played truant and ran out of school all night. ...
We all live like this, us and our friends.
We are together and transparently integrated into each other's lives. ...
After graduation, we will never forget the super BT military training. While everyone is enjoying the comfortable and cool breeze created by modern machines at home, we are desperately destroyed by immature instructors in the scorching sun. Maybe that's when we cursed the damn weather and the damn place together.
Boys miss big chunks of meat together, and girls curse the sunshine together. Like cans, we live together in a space without freedom. The only difference is that we are forced to pay more than N yuan, eat what we can't eat, and wear our farewell military uniform.
Perhaps it is at these times, when we are bitten by mosquitoes unbearable, when our plan to escape from prison N times has never been realized, our hearts are closer.
After graduation, all the words may be forgotten, but I still remember some words:
He said: We will definitely bump into each other in the street with our BMW, scold each other and then go to eat.
She said: I believe that you will always be the best!
After graduation, the playground we have stepped on countless times is empty at the moment.
Just like now, a place that was full of people a moment ago, suddenly quiet and suffocating in a second. This is a place that all schools have. Every boy has sweated on it, and every girl has shouted and cheered loudly.
There are countless night scenes here-
Couples who snuggle together, people who are crazy about having fun, and occasionally people who are determined to lose weight like me but rarely appear.
After graduation, we still remember, but how many corners still remember our past after the empty playground is crowded with new people? ...
After graduation, everything was flashed by time. ...
After graduation, our youth has been engraved with other people's traces, and our footsteps have remained in other people's lives.
After graduation, there is always a side face in the opposite building. You remember the height of his/her beside you, the height of his/her heel off the ground when he/she walked side by side with you, his/her favorite drink, his/her habitual expression, and his/her looming distance from you.
Even though we have never believed in the Covenant of life and death, we will still feel warm for the lights of the opposite building that we once looked up at downstairs and the vague figure shaking in it.
His clean white shirt, her neat flowered skirt, her soft long hair raised by his brisk bicycle, his black backpack in her arms, and her side face leaning against his warm back. ...
They used to walk in every corner of this campus, in the misty square in the morning, in the quiet and spacious library building after class, and in the dimly lit playground at dusk. ...
After graduation, their stories, the wind in the forest, the dense phoenix tree and all the still life are deeply remembered. They once held hands and the temperature could melt the whole Cambrian glacier. ...
After graduation, the senior said, I want to study!
After graduation, our short and brisk journey was interrupted and we had to start thinking about our future. We stand at the turning point of life and look at the future in confusion. Even though this is the moment we have been waiting for repeatedly, its sudden arrival still surprises us.
After graduation, what we listened carefully in class and the stories we found in the library are all weights for us to face life at the moment.
After graduation, no matter what, our knowledge is going forward or backward at the crossroads of wealth. ...
After graduation, the teacher's chair is still sitting there quietly. It was so quiet that we thought we just came in a hurry and left immediately. But our years know that we have laughed, rowed and thought here.
We used to shuttle in the corridor after class for a chair, where we greedily absorbed other people's knowledge and then fully integrated into our lives.
Now, we have graduated, but the chairs we once fought for are still lying quietly where they can never escape. Are we free, or are they always loved?
Can they enjoy the rest of their lives comfortably, or can we fly high in the future? ...
Every morning, there is always a broken sound coming from the window.
Hard-working figure has been sitting on the chair in the square. They are either working hard for the coming exam or for the postgraduate entrance examination after graduation. They firmly and calmly laid a flat cornerstone on their own life path. Their figures make every morning not lonely.
Their voices said:
Where there is a will, there is a way!
After graduation, the lonely street lamp still stands, illuminating the direction for us in countless nights.
After graduation, we left, and the silent street lamp was still there. Should we remember our four years of youth, or should we hide our stories and reserve more space to record new stories?
After graduation, we left, and the gray street lamps are still there. As a witness of our lives, we are waiting for new people to add color to their lives.
After graduation, we are changing, and street lamps still stick to their beliefs. ...
After graduation, many things are over.
But the sweat we shed together on the playground;
The happiness we shared together on the roof;
We whisper together under the stars;
When we talk about him/her together;
The quarrel we experienced together;
There are also the warmth we have felt together, the hardships we have paid together, and many things we have done together. ...
Our four years together can't be decided.
Please don't look back when you leave.
Outside the window, there are thousands of lights. Looking at the dark night sky, although it is midsummer, I feel a little chilly. After tomorrow, I will be separated from them forever, temporarily ... Everything remains the same, as if nothing has changed, but in the future, when I fall down again, no one will whisper in my ear: "Girl, this is just a test, and it can't decide your fate. Don't be sad, don't be afraid, I will always be with you! "
Forever? Yes! You and I met each other, but when it came time to leave, there was nothing we could do. The only thing we can do is to keep going!
When I left, I was even more reluctant to give up. Six years of primary school life, crying and laughing, how many storms we have gone through together, thinking about parting, suddenly there is a very strange feeling that I am going to cry, but I am trying to tell myself to be strong and not to cry!
The review period before the exam is really hard. I have been hoping to end that painful review period and take the exam immediately to relax myself. But now that our hard review is really over, my heart is contradictory. Although I say that I will be relaxed and free soon, I gradually regret that I didn't cherish that time. Although I am really tired, I feel really good with my classmates. ...
Besides my friends in my class, I can't bear to part with my friends in other classes. Compared with my classmates, I may be able to get along better with them. For a time, I often stayed with those friends, and we also went out to play together on weekends. Later, I don't know why. When the teacher learned about it, he probably thought that we were too playful and didn't pay much attention to our study. And students are also adding fuel to the fire. My teacher and their teacher asked me to talk to them respectively.
I was in a bad mood. We are not at all like everyone said. We have a deep friendship. Qing Zi is one of them, but we are not alienated by these things. Besides, we live together. We are still good friends now, and we will always be! It's just that the rest of the people haven't contacted me much, and they seem really distant, but I still regard them as good friends, and we will remember them forever. I believe that in the future, we will be as good as before!
Looking up at the window again, it is another night without stars. I told myself gently in my heart: "Girl, there is still a long way to go. Even if you haven't met a close friend for the time being, you should love yourself. " Since we are doomed to part, please don't look back when you leave! "
There is already a high