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My first love

At the beginning of July, 1963, the sun was shining. Rows of poplars stood upright on both sides of the campus trail. Looking up at the sky, it seemed that they were going to fly. Rows of classrooms were no longer noisy, but were scrambling for silence. They seemed to be thinking about something. The basketball stands stared at each other and seemed to ask each other: Why didn't you leave school? There is no table tennis jumping on the table tennis table, only a few sparrows jump on it, all the students have left school, and the empty campus makes people look strange.