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Memories of My Youth |
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Sitting in front of my computer, I hear the sound of my keyboard tapping away.
With my right hand holding a cup of coffee, I take a sip and stare at the
screen. When will I have such leisure time again? Oh right, it's vacation time!
The phrase "vacation time" lingers in my heart. Images flash through my mind
like a movie, from wearing military uniforms to switching to autumn clothes,
from wearing winter clothes to changing into spring attire. Eventually, we waved
goodbye to each other on the day we wore summer clothes.
My life at the August 1st Military School passed by in plenty and joy. It was an
unforgettable memory, like the flowing water of time that cannot be cut off from
our youthful past. We were left with memories of those crazy years, like
watermarks on the glass of time.
I remember the power outage when a beautiful voice touched our souls. I remember
the singing competition and the enchanting voice that won our hearts. I remember
the military training during the start of the school year, and the sweat that
glistened like crystals under the scorching sun. I remember the recitation
competition and the fragrance of peach blossoms that witnessed our hard work. I
remember that wild night of revelry, where graceful dancing and laughter stayed
in our hearts, like the gentle caress of the spring breeze on our cheeks.
However, spring can never be held back. Like our touching past, it will
eventually become a beautiful historical fragment. It's like a shooting star
that takes away a moment of beauty, or falling leaves that carry the
vicissitudes of time. I gather these memories of my past and create a canvas
using the template of nostalgia to forever cherish them.
Looking back through this canvas, everything is draped in a veil of beauty, with
a touch of indescribable nostalgia. There may be a hint of youthful sadness, but
most of it has been filtered out by time, leaving only a touch of moving green
in our hearts. |
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