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It's good to have you on the way to growing up

An inch of time, an inch of gold, the teacher has said: an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time.

By Noah S DuffPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
It's good to have you on the way to growing up
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  An inch of time, an inch of gold, the teacher has said: an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time.

  --The caption

  "Students, class is over, go outside the classroom to listen to the sound of flowers blooming and breathe fresh air!" Listening to the familiar voice, I can't help but think: the voice is always so happy, doesn't know tired, doesn't understand the preciousness of this last moment! Only at this moment of graduation did I feel that the three years I had wanted to cherish so many times before had been squandered.

  The sky is blue, the sunshine in June still carries the breath of late spring, summer is gradually awakening, a little greenery creeps up the treetops, and unknowingly summer has arrived. For us, three years of hard work may have been fixed at the moment of handing in the papers. But my classmates, our friendship can go on. The classroom was silent, no one disturbed this moment of tranquility. It is already the end of the school day, and even the students who are usually the first to rush out of the classroom have not moved. We all know that today out of the classroom, perhaps really can not come back to our three years of happy times, can not return to our happy look, which carried out three years ago, the joy and sorrow of the classroom ah! How can we part with you, the class president stood up, with a little cry, and said: "the eagle sooner or later has to leave the nest to fly, this last some time can not lock our dreams. Because the last time is precious, we have to cherish, because this innocent friendship is beautiful, we put in our hearts, come on, let's go climbing!" The class president paused for a moment, raised the volume, and said slowly: "Climb to the highest place!" Everyone is no longer silent, smiles back on the face, three years of happiness and heartache, this moment into a sun-like smile emitting light, into action, so that the fledgling birds fly.

  Sixty-three people arrived in full force and headed for the top of the mountain. Along the way, it was as if we were back to junior high school life, simple and happy. The rowdy class is back, yeah! Since we can't escape that sadness, we might as well be brave enough to face it with a smile. I sat on a rock and roared "thirty miles to (that) mountain" to the bottom, and my classmates laughed, and once upon a time, a group of people ran and sang on the playground, perhaps as a class song. All the people also pulled up their voices and roared: "twenty miles to (that) water" a group of people exploded, scrambling to sing an unknown song, perhaps this is the way to vent it. Watching my classmates catch up with me one by one, I laughed and climbed upwards, roaring out of my mouth: "The river flows eastward," other students responded: "The stars in the sky participate in the Big Dipper," cheer up, climb to the highest place, let's cherish this last bit of time and let us smile for the three years of friendship.

  When we got to the top, we realized that the mountain was so wide. A group of people sitting side by side, the wind blowing across a young face, bringing up a trace of coolness, "No matter where you are, as long as the heart is close, how can you get farther and farther away?" All do not speak, just silently looking at the city, we all understand that in the future we will have to run around, maybe meet again, by then, the years will add vicissitudes on everyone's face, we will grow up, we will understand, will know that life is not just like this, but we never forget, years ago a group of people look like. If the oppression of society has made you less sincere, at least leave us a place to guard your last innocence. An inch of time is an inch of gold, the teacher said that an inch of gold is hard to buy an inch of time, I softly hummed Luo Dayou's "childhood", and everyone hummed. Maybe in the long run of time, I will not remember that usual day before, but I will not forget that one day a group of classmates and I sat at the top of the hill, under the blue sky, on the grass, around our classmates, witnessing our three years of friendship in this summer.

  We may have been ordinary, but the smiling faces of each of you on my journey through life have been unforgettable, and it's been great to have you on my journey growing up!

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Noah S Duff

It is a joy to swim in the sea of words

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