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02.11.2019 07:27
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Running, passing, sprinting, I played football with my classmates on the playground. Their faces are so vague that I feel strange. Shot, the ball went in. I haven't had time to cheer, the bell has been ringing, that is, everyone is running hard and can't go back to the classroom. Suddenly awakened, I found myself sitting on the bed in peace. Fortunately this is a dream, but why is this a dream? I tried to find it in my memory Newport Cigarettes Coupons, but I only recognized it as a playground for elementary school. Get out of bed immediately, take a graduation photo from the photo album, look at the innocent smiles on the photos, and the faces in the dreams gradually become different. As a result, the idea of ??returning to the alma mater is getting stronger. On the weekend, at the school gate. Just ready to go in like a person who swaggered, he was stopped by a security guard. After committing him to him several times, he confided to let me in. When I entered the school, I went straight to the playground Marlboro Lights. The playground didn't change much, but I couldn't find the feeling of the past. Standing in the playground at the elementary school, I felt that it was so vast, but now I don't think so. Compared with the playground in junior high school, it is still too small. But it brings us the feeling. The playground in the past represents play and fun, but now only represents the physical examination of training. Looking around, there is nothing worth looking for on the playground, so sit on the ground and play with the small particles on the artificial lawn Wholesale Cigarettes. From time to time, throw them into the air, look at the distance to the teaching building, and suddenly think of something, then pat the butt toward the go. This section of the road, although there is no rush to ring the class, but one step is more anxious. Finally came to the door of the classroom, the door was closed, no lock, and the push was changed. Looking at the table from beginning to end, but there is no one I want to find. Helpless, I had to sit in the last row and look at the empty classroom from behind. At this point, there was a picture in the brain: my first class came to the classroom, sitting in the last row, boring the boring life of today, imagining the life of junior high school. I can't help but feel funny about myself, and the idea is so naive. "At the time, it was only ordinary." For the good elementary school life, I think it is ordinary or even boring, but it is too late to regret in junior high school. When I left, I always felt that I didn��t find anything, but those didn��t matter, because I found the innocence and childishness in my heart. |
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