years after get together again.

This year, we met, lost, grow up, are buried in my heart forever Medicox.

In June, has arrived. Head teacher encouragement is still ringing in the ear: "come on, from the university entrance exam with 30 days Medicox, liberated quickly!" All this as if just yesterday. The final exam was over when the bell rang, we rushed outside, singing all the way back, loudly say: "the liberation, go out to play!" Nearly took the roof off. After we were classmate party, we always don't forget to everyone said with a smile, filled with a passion for the college life. But we don't know, in fact, we are leaving the unforgettable time in my life. In September, the last time we in the KTV party, everybody sings in the last friend, everyone cried, all people think of you in class struggle to 11 points, good cry together smile together, don't give up, sad, all sorts of feelings like water blunt come over, not yourself. At last we can't go back. We kept pulling the tail of the graduation, and would not let it go, but after all is our wishful thinking, time can't go back. That belongs to our youth the songs, when we these players leave, so the annihilation.

This year, in September. We carry a big bag in the family down to a new city. We left the warm home, set foot on a strange journey. Started to walk a strange road, listening to unfamiliar songs. We learn to a personal life, father HanHanDe smile can only be heard from the phone, the mother's nagging is occasionally heard in the dream, no longer feel bored, mature gradually, we learn to take care of themselves. Now we walk on the road will be called uncle aunt children, also don't like began snarling let children start, just smile, is really grown up. In the face of new university life, and high tension, slow the pace of life a lot, also idle down, all this let us not adapt. At the university of leisure life, we gradually become no fight, ups and downs in the prescription. This is not what we want, this is not a liberation, this for us more of a spiritual oppression. Actually we were wrong, we addicted to enjoy, forget that this is a third year hard work, in exchange for liberation from the heavy work, looking for their own interest.

This year, we met too many new things, from the beginning of the novel to slowly adapt to, we learned to face the many things by myself. I still remember that night we gathered, excited face, everyone from the excited beginning Medicox, then slowly quiet silence, all kinds of complicated mood. Thinking about their smiling face, looking at today's us, each rush thing, think of five years, ten years, twenty years after get together again.

Have a good think about it, this year really fast. Three desperately saburo type of study, after the college entrance examination anxious waiting, infinite expectation, admitted to the face before walk very much. This year, we really understand many, to understand the value of something is lost mask house; This year, we really have a lot of, have to struggle together comrades to accompany in side, is the largest wealth; This year, we met so many new things, we meet a new life, seize it, life leap. Think too much, tired, ok now we all used to their new life, are all very happy. This year, there are too many memories for me, this year, can not let go forget.