A dead leaf, a memory

Hold in the hands of the years, in fact, fleeting, when you turn back to open your hands, only to find that it is already in a hurry that year. The good times of those years have passed, like pieces of withered leaves falling slowly, scattered on the soil of the campus. Each withered leaf seems to have its own unique history. I bent down to pick up a huge withered leaf and held it in my hand. The withered leaf still exudes a faint fragrance of soil, and the veins above are still clearly visible. What is outlined is its glorious years of drifting away.

I don't remember how many dead leaves fell on my path, but I never stopped to smell its unique fragrance. But this time, I stopped to pick it up. Holding the dead leaves in my hands, I leaned a few steps closer to the ditch to wash the spotted soil with this pool of water, only to find that the soil had already been immersed in the dead leaves and could not be erased. I realized that the soil carried too much of its past, and the leaf veins mixed with soil may be its unique vicissitudes of life. I wrapped it in paper. It's a rare good bookmark.

Back in the dormitory, I turned out the books I had brought from home and prepared to clip the dead leaves in the book. suddenly, the graduation photos fluttered down from the book like fallen leaves and scattered on the ground, which instantly reminded me of the pictures. In front of my eyes is the time that is difficult for me to let go. At this moment, I realized that some things have been stranded in the depths of my heart, even if they are not remembered, you have never forgotten. I thought that many beautiful past events had been crushed into scum in the fleeting years, but it was just my superficial avoidance.

I hastened to pick up the scattered photos, the sunny smiling faces and the clear and innocent eyes were facing me, and the class flag that said I would rather fight hard and rush into the undergraduate building is still so passionate. I stared at the picture for a long time, the roaring youth of those years shuttled back and forth in the palm of my hand, my nose was sore, my heart was stunned, and I closed my eyes. The axis wheel of time mercilessly took me back to that day, when we were writing together the most unforgettable poem in our youth, the third year of high school. At that time, life is very busy, but also very difficult, no one does not feel no pressure, we have been confused, have wandered. But at this time, our group of people have become naive romantic companions. Maybe this is a way to relieve stress, but we do walk into each other's hearts.

At that time, we jointly challenged the difficulties in learning, worked together to overcome the difficulties in the journey facing the college entrance examination, and together drew a grand blueprint for our future life. In our spare time, we also sweat on the court together, bloom our youthful charm, squat together in the library, soar in the sea of words, sit on the green lawn together, think passionately about the future, and look forward to the ivory tower we yearn for. We hear the chicken dance, fight hard for the college entrance examination, firmly believe that the way of heaven to reward hard work, will be able to show the king demeanor. We firmly believe that if we work hard in the dim lights today, we will be on the list and win the title in the cold palace of the ancient toad.

The pace of the college entrance examination is getting closer and closer, but we always firmly believe that no effort, no gain, as long as we can make progress together, help each other, and strive hard, we will certainly create our own glory. Ten years of sharpening the sword for two days, several years of life in which, which determines the fate of the exam arrived as scheduled, not in a hurry. I just remember clearly that day, our faces were filled with happy smiles, without the bitterness of the past, I don't know if we pretended to be calm or confident.

That day, a test, we broke up, so we broke up. That day, a party, drunk us, we were so drunk. Today, when we go our separate ways, we know that as soon as we part, it may be forever. I opened my eyes and touched you in the picture, but my eyes were blinded by a layer of fog, and I saw you smiling at me. I still remember the last history class in high school, when you stood on the podium and choked up and said, "read your books carefully, so that I can have a good look at you." The atmosphere of the classroom is very dignified, everyone bowed their heads, but how many people will be able to read books, I do not know. The night before the college entrance examination, in the self-study room, you looked at us and we looked at you. The blackboard was no longer full of blackboard writing, but beautiful handwriting, and the lyrics seemed to tell our stories over the years. Broad sea and sky, after being brave, we should take persistence and break the lock of fate. This is our answer to you and our oath to youth.

At this time, I have two lines of tears, too much of the past, even if it is sad. I put away the good photos and sandwiched them in the book with the dead leaves. People say that with the passage of time, some things will always fade. However, some memories have long been remembered, but can not be erased. Dear students in those years, I would like to say that the days when we were together have gone away, but our hearts are still together. No matter the mountains are high and the sea is deep, our hearts are always connected. Because our roots are still there, just like the dead leaves, we have to return to the soil at last.

Author: Qianlong TEL