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教室里静悄悄的,只有我们“沙沙”,的写字声,忽然不知何时沸腾了起来,嬉笑声,移桌椅声响成一片。我扭头向窗外望去,原来是高三在照毕业照。明媚的阳光下,一张张充满朝气的脸在谱写着窗外的故事。都说校园情怀总是诗,一把沙哑的吉他,一张发黄的信笺,都曾写下我们或苦涩或甜蜜但总也抹不掉的回忆。只是,终究有一天,当校园再也容不下我们成长的翅膀时,离别的乐曲便奏响了。我不自禁地回顾起了初中的
Quietly in the classroom, only when we wrote “shasha”, suddenly I don’t know when I was boiling up. I laughed and laughed, and the desk and chair moved into a sound. I turned and looked out of the window. It turned out that I was taking a graduation photo in my senior year. Under the bright sunshine, faces filled with vitality are writing stories outside the window. It is said that the campus mood is always poetry, a husky guitar, a yellow letterhead, have written us or memories of bitter or sweet but can not be erased. But, after all, one day, when the campus could no longer accommodate our growing wings, parting music would be played. I can’t help but recall the junior high school