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As in previous years, this year's third year of senior high school also held a mobilization meeting before the college entrance examination, and then, there was a long five-day holiday.

But this year, the mobilization meeting was held before the holidays. Hundreds of freshmen filled the entire lecture theater, raised their right hands, clenched their fists, and solemnly swore an oath.

Han Yu secretly grabbed Tang Xia's hand from below, and whispered, "I filled out the same volunteer as you."

The temperature in his palm was scorching hot, and since it was already summer, his bare arms in short sleeves were even close to his skin, making Tang Xia blush.

"Is Qing University?" She asked with bright eyes.

Tsinghua University is a key university in Jiangcheng, and its admission scores have always been relatively high. Tang Xia has no confidence in choosing Tsinghua University as his first choice. It's just that one has to work hard to know where the limit of one's abilities lies.

She also wants to fight.

"Well, it seems there is. Anyway, I wrote it based on the photo you gave me." Han Yu frowned, and couldn't remember which ones he had filled out.

"You!" Tang Xia was both angry and funny, "Don't you hurry up on such a serious matter as filling in the application?"

"Seriously," Han Yu nodded solemnly, "I take it very seriously."

The girl holds her forehead.

Not serious at all...

"I'll go wherever you go," the boy said with a firm expression on his face. "Otherwise, I'll miss you if I don't see you in college."

Tang Xia smiled, "Our community is only two streets away, and the bus is only a few stops away."

Han Yu calculated with his fingers, "It will take about ten minutes, but if we are in the same university, it will be closer."

Now he seems to be particularly yearning for the life of the two of them in college.

Tang Xia couldn't say no to Han Yu, so she just shut up and listened carefully to the headmaster's speech in front of her.

Today is the last day of their senior year in No. 1 Middle School.

After the mobilization meeting is over, everyone has to pack up all the books and items in the classroom, and then go home.

All the scenes of laughing and playing in the past three years will eventually stay in this sad season.

In this world, there is no one who does not miss the past, and no one does not miss the days of youth.

All will go away.

Snacks eaten under the table, romance novels read in class, cheating notebooks pressed under the test paper.

Knowing that it will be confiscated, but resolutely carrying the mobile phone in the pocket, knowing that it will be called by the parents, but still love the first love to death, knowing that it will be criticized by the teacher, but you have to get involved in the group fight.

These familiar and unfamiliar people and things, like yellowed pages opened by the wind, are gradually closed again.

Youth is an ancient book written over the years. Every word and sentence written on it is enough to poke the softest part of the heart. When you are old, hold a cup of hot tea, sit by the fireplace and wear reading glasses , when you slowly read page by page, you will find that no matter how old you are, in your memories, your youth is still so bright, and the figures of your partners in youth are still so clear.

Can't give up, can't give up.

But they must move forward.

"Teacher Luo..."

The group of mischievous and mischievous boys were blocking the door one by one with their schoolbags on their backs, their faces showing sincerity that had never been seen before.

Teacher Luo turned around.

"Thank you."

Several boys said in unison, and they might feel embarrassed after they finished speaking, so they burst out laughing.

The originally depressing atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became relaxed, and everyone started laughing.

Some people spontaneously organized and shouted slogans—

"Ms. Luo has worked hard!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and shouted—

"Ms. Luo has worked hard!"

Teacher Luo, who had been watching each student tidy up by the podium, suddenly had a sore nose.

"Mr. Luo, we love you!"

The girls gathered together and their voices were loud and clear.

Of course the boys are not to be outdone—

"Mr. Luo, we love you too!"

Her student, who was not good at words, seemed to grow up at this moment suddenly.

Teacher Luo choked up, covering his mouth and trying his best to hold back the tears.

Every year, I lead a graduating class, and every year I suffer from parting.

The children will leave her after all, they are eagles flying to the blue sky, never knowing the date and way of returning.

The students are actually sensible, scolded and punished themselves, they must have hated and annoyed, but in the end, they still love each other.

Before Tang Xia left the classroom, she walked over and hugged Teacher Luo.

A warm embrace like a mother.

"Teacher, I will miss you, and I will come back to see you often."

The girl's voice was a little hoarse, and her emotions were rolling in her chest, she couldn't bear it.

Teacher Luo patted Tang Xia on the shoulder, and said softly: "You are very good, work hard for the college entrance examination, and work hard in the future."

Tang Xia nodded vigorously, the corners of her eyes were moist.

There are fewer and fewer students in the sixth class, and more and more students are leaving the school.

Gradually, there were only a few people left in the classroom.

Teacher Luo sent the last student away, looking at his back in the distance, the familiar white school uniform, turned around, and stepped onto the podium.

There are thousands of amazing retrogrades in this world, and one of the most beautiful is—

I took off my school uniform and bid farewell to the ten-year cold window.

You smiled and said goodbye, turned and returned to class.

Teacher Luo wiped off the four characters "preparing for the college entrance examination" on the blackboard, took the broom and dustpan from the corner, and started cleaning.

She went from the first row of the first group to the fifth row of the fourth group.

She remembered which student had sat in each seat, and she also knew which desk still had a cheat sheet for dictation, and which part of the wall was engraved by a boy with the pinyin of the name of the girl he liked.

For more than a year, she has stayed here much longer than at home.

She is the mother of her own son, and even more so, the mother of these dozens of troubled children!

Now, the child is about to go to the examination room, so it's time for her to rest.

Teacher Luo took out the trash, came back and closed the window, and looked around for the last time—

In the class bulletin board, the countdown number of the college entrance examination shows "5".

She took it away and replaced the "0" on it.

The days are so fast, we have come from "365" to the present in a blink of an eye.

But suddenly, I don't want to stop.

She is not used to not going to morning self-study. She is not used to not staring at them to do the questions.

Habits are really scary.

Teacher Luo sighed, reached out and pressed the light switch above his head. Suddenly, the room was dark and silent.

Originally a group full of vitality and popularity, now there are only rows of neat tables and chairs, waiting for the coming of the new year and the new senior year.

Teacher Luo exited the classroom step by step, holding the doorknob, and gently closed the door.

"boom!"

There is no one in the corridor, and the other classes are empty.

Compared with the noise in the first and second classes downstairs, the entire fifth floor was so deadly silent that it was chilling.

She raised her head slowly, staring at the small blue iron plate in a daze.

Where dreams begin, where dreams end.

Class three and six in high school. ##### I would like to dedicate this article to all the teachers who have worked hard for the cause of education. Happy Teacher's Day in advance!