Autumn road is very quiet, very quiet. I walk on the path is blocked in the shade of the trees, the waves with the coolness of autumn wind blowing, though it was very cold, but how is cold but lonely heart. Looking back, to see that it was a shade of the campus, in the hearts of the emergence of a trace of sadness. For six years, the time flies so that we are unprepared. From a carefree pupil, has become this now to the junior high school graduates. Open although simple but preserved intact classmates, let that faces familiar face printed into the eye, like, disgusted, but now, only a touch of sadness and memories of the infinite. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar words, looking at that although mature but according to show puerile words, I can not help but to emerge the slightest nostalgia. Looking at the phone number of a long string, I know, this is our friendship between the permanent continuous bridge.
To the teaching building, looked at the house the sixth grade class three. Opened the door, the introduction of the eye is still the row of desks, came to the window, is still the beautiful campus, as if back to the past. The only missing is the noise of the students, and the sound of the chalk on the blackboard.
Walking in the shade of the path, the back, the corner of the mouth across a trace of miss......
深秋的道路很寂靜，很沉默。我漫步在被樹蔭遮擋的小路上，一陣陣帶著涼意的秋風吹來，雖冷，卻怎也冷不過心里的寂寥?；剡^頭，看了看那被樹蔭所遮擋的校園，心中涌現(xiàn)絲絲的難過。六年了，時光的飛逝讓我們措手不及。從一個無憂無慮的小學生，變成了這如今走向初中的畢業(yè)者。翻開雖簡易但卻保存完好的同學錄，讓那一張張熟悉的臉印入眼簾，有喜歡過的，有討厭過的，但現(xiàn)在，只剩下淡淡的悲傷和無限的回憶?？粗且恍行惺煜ざ吧馁浹?，看著那雖成熟但卻依顯稚嫩的話語，我不禁涌現(xiàn)絲絲懷念。望著那一串串長長的電話號碼，我知道，這是我們友誼之間那永不斷的橋梁。
來到教學樓，望著那六年級三班的門牌。推開門，引入眼簾的依舊是那一排排課桌，來到窗邊，依舊是那美麗的校園，好像回到了從前。缺少的，是同學們之間的喧鬧，和粉筆劃過黑板的響聲。
走在被樹蔭遮擋的小路上，回過頭，嘴角劃過一絲懷念的笑……
To the teaching building, looked at the house the sixth grade class three. Opened the door, the introduction of the eye is still the row of desks, came to the window, is still the beautiful campus, as if back to the past. The only missing is the noise of the students, and the sound of the chalk on the blackboard.
Walking in the shade of the path, the back, the corner of the mouth across a trace of miss......
深秋的道路很寂靜，很沉默。我漫步在被樹蔭遮擋的小路上，一陣陣帶著涼意的秋風吹來，雖冷，卻怎也冷不過心里的寂寥?；剡^頭，看了看那被樹蔭所遮擋的校園，心中涌現(xiàn)絲絲的難過。六年了，時光的飛逝讓我們措手不及。從一個無憂無慮的小學生，變成了這如今走向初中的畢業(yè)者。翻開雖簡易但卻保存完好的同學錄，讓那一張張熟悉的臉印入眼簾，有喜歡過的，有討厭過的，但現(xiàn)在，只剩下淡淡的悲傷和無限的回憶?？粗且恍行惺煜ざ吧馁浹?，看著那雖成熟但卻依顯稚嫩的話語，我不禁涌現(xiàn)絲絲懷念。望著那一串串長長的電話號碼，我知道，這是我們友誼之間那永不斷的橋梁。
來到教學樓，望著那六年級三班的門牌。推開門，引入眼簾的依舊是那一排排課桌，來到窗邊，依舊是那美麗的校園，好像回到了從前。缺少的，是同學們之間的喧鬧，和粉筆劃過黑板的響聲。
走在被樹蔭遮擋的小路上，回過頭，嘴角劃過一絲懷念的笑……