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It was raining, and the cold rain was dripping on the ground, then it was broken into several petals and splashed. The thin, line-like rain woven into a huge gray net in the air, obscuring the radiance of the sun, and the heavens and the earth are eclipsed. The last time, I stood on the old campus and looked at the teaching building that had stood on this land for nearly half a century. I wanted to move to the new school building, but when I really got the difference, I had the heart. Thousands of kinds of tastes, there seems to be a kind of "cutting constantly, rational and chaotic" feelings. What does the new schoolhouse look like? Is there a building that can endorse while blowing? Is there a flower bed that can rest when you are tired? Do you know where the toilet is? If there is rain, can't you go to the playground in the classroom? These are my most precious things. Today, I have to say goodbye. There are a few girls who walked by me: "Let's commemorate it!" "Forget it, I am afraid that this broken building will collapse my camera system." They laughed and walked away Marlboro Red. I heard the words in front of this building. Today, her old face can't cover her face of the city, although the ruthless knife took her face, but at least she had, at least she Once brilliant, at least she has been proud of countless people, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, the rain of beans is on my hair, on my body, on my face, a few drops of rain are in my hands, The lines of my palm ran down like a long tear. In the daytime, I understand, I understand, I finally understand the mood of the campus at this moment Newport 100S, this muddy rain, is the tears of the old campus! You can't bear to let us, so we gave us a rain of the name "don't let up" on the day we moved! Although we often graffiti on your white walls, even though we have destroyed your neat ground, even though we have smashed your smooth paint, these years, you have always been a loving mother, tolerant of our wayward and tolerant of us. Naughty, tolerant of everything... Now, you can finally rest, you can sleep on the battlefield where you have been holding for nearly 50 years. You have cultivated those excellent children and will not forget your mother. I, too, will not forget the painful tears you have today. Drops of tears fell on me, seemingly telling me, telling you about the bumps that have come for half a century. I remember that every rainy day, the students who went out to breathe under the class hid under the terrace. You guarded us and prevented the rain from drenching us. However, the squally shower has ruthlessly smashed your roof. You sigh, you tell me that you are old and can no longer guard us; you tell me, you see, you see the red building in the distance; you Tell me, you are tired, you can't support it anymore, you will have to sleep in this familiar land, and that red building is your baton, replace you, continue to go on, continue to walk in this ups and downs. Looking at the gradual rain, sniffing the familiar taste, listening to the campus��s final confession to me, the time has come, I am looking forward to the old campus of ��falling flowers and festivals��, even though the shafts of the years have smoothed you. There are traces of existence, but it will never be ruined. We are here to remember the eternal memory here. Your face will always be fixed in my heart. Then again, one day I will be on this fertile soil again; don��t read, you have become My eternal memories; Yongan, may you sleep quietly in this land Marlboro Gold.
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