The morning sun of our boyhood

Time slowly covered everyone like water, and the traces of the tide had already dried up in the monsoon year after year, leaving only some water stains, changing everyone's appearance.

I don’t remember how I looked back that day, and I saw him behind me. This feeling is like when I came out of school when I was a child and saw my parents standing there. The only difference is that the one when I was a child was expected, and he , is unexpected.

"Qingcheng, I'll take you somewhere."

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Days of high temperatures have made it seem like summer won't end, and September is upon us, with autumn descending on the city.

I don't know where it started, but there was a sycamore tree here. Walking along the familiar road, both sides of the aisle are full of sycamore trees, the breeze blows, the rustling of the leaves rustles in the air, and the sycamore leaves are raised everywhere.

The sky seemed to have been cleaned, and there was not a single cloud in it. A group of birds flew across the sky in unison, and the sound of flapping wings pierced the sky.

The sunlight shines in through the sycamore tree above, and the whole picture seems to be filtered with a layer of nostalgia.Not far ahead, a building gradually came into view, with four big characters written on it - Changjun Middle School.

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Time has changed too much, it seems that only a moment has passed, but in fact seven years have passed, and the senior one (sixth) class seven years ago is now scattered in various places, but fortunately, there is still the past worth looking back on.

In September, Changjun Middle School ushered in a new class of freshmen, who entered here at the pace of youth, just like we stepped into Changjun Middle School with full expectations that year.

Walking on the playground again with strides, we ran round and round here that year, and our sweat was once sprinkled on this earth, leaving the imprint of our youth;

The glory of the Cubs has continued, and the Cubs have become better and better one after another, breaking one record after another of the previous Cubs, but the Cubs with Ban Xiaosong as the captain that year paved the way. Laid a glory for the Cubs;

Walking along the teaching building again, there is the crisp sound of reading on the right, and the bright fragrance of flowers on the left.

I want to use a paintbrush to put the world on the tip of the brush. The studio is no longer as deserted as it used to be. More and more people have joined here and picked up the paintbrush. It is the most beautiful eyes;

Footprints stepped up the stairs, the first room on the left side of the third floor, this is one of the most watched clubs at that time - Dessert Club, once the handsome boy became the idol of the whole dessert club, now there are more and more people The more male members there are, the dessert club is no longer the "daughter country" it used to be

Already

Finally, go up, this is the fourth floor of the teaching building - the first grade.

Familiar class number, familiar classroom, familiar high school (sixth) class, everything is still so familiar, it has not been covered by time.

Walk in, blackboard, podium, chalk, tables and chairs, blackboard newspaper, awards, windows, bookcases...

Your front desk, my back seat.

"Yin Ke, I really miss the days when I was your front desk."

"Qingcheng, I will always be your back seat."

Time seems to go back to seven years ago. When I first met you, you were in the back seat of me. Do you know that, because you make me feel at ease every day,

There will always be someone who will continue our youth instead of us. One day, the appearance of Changjun will be covered layer by layer by time and become an appearance beyond memory. All stories will eventually come to an end, and there will be a day when it will end. But fortunately, there are still these friends by my side, the past to recall, and him, who has always been there...