Student's Yearbook

The graduation day, although predetermined, still made my heart ache. The days that seemed endless in the familiar classroom were now counted in minutes and seconds. The royal poinciana tree in the yard was in bloom, the petals were bright, fresh, and beautiful like our school days.

Every morning when I go to school, I suddenly feel my steps slow down. I want to take a closer look at the long hallway where students used to run and play, I want to engrave every scratch on the wooden table, every wall stained with time. Things that were once so familiar that they passed by without being noticed, now become extremely precious.

I miss the sunny lessons, the steady sound of the electric fan mixed with the gentle voice of the teacher. I miss the laughter in the school yard, the times playing shuttlecock under the shade of the royal poinciana trees, the times of shouting at the teachers' "unexpected" tests.

The two words “friends” are simple but contain so much emotion. There are people who will accompany us for a lifetime, and there are people who will only accompany us for a part of our youth. But no matter who they are, the memories we have together during our student life will always be sacred and irreplaceable. Maybe tomorrow, we will no longer see each other every day, but I believe, in each person's memory, we will always exist as a part of the most brilliant youth.

On graduation day, friends passed around a yearbook. The neat handwriting recorded innocent yet profound wishes, some pages contained awkward poems or hastily drawn but emotional pictures. Each page was a piece of friendship, of the dreamy white-shirt days.

I also wrote in the teachers’ notebooks, for my friends and for myself. I wrote about my dreams, my memories, my fears and my hopes. There were words I had never dared to say, but now they were written as a way to express myself. There were words of thanks that had never been said, but now they were sent with all my sincere gratitude.

Then one day, each person will go their separate ways. Some will continue to study at university, some will go in another direction, some will go far away, some will stay. Even though we know that separation is inevitable, we still cannot help but feel sad. Life is a journey and student life is a short but beautiful journey.

So, the yearbook is the way for us to preserve a whole world of memories. Maybe tomorrow, amidst the hustle and bustle of life, we will accidentally flip through it and feel our hearts ache with longing. But at that moment, we will smile because we know that we once lived a beautiful youth.

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