Campus tree companion

When spring goes back to spring, the leaves are numerous and fall.

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Once upon a time, after the waves, the lights dimmed in the distance; looking through the autumn water, I only saw that the song on the shore ended, but when I looked back, I saw the inexplicable relationship formed with the trees in the campus.

Now, this marriage has lasted for eleven years. In these eleven glorious years, I remember its growth and withering again and again, and he also witnessed my prime, engraved it in my ring and grew old.

When I was in primary school, to me, the campus was the warmth and shadow of the sun scattered by the leaves. A summer breeze brought me here, and the sound of reading in the early morning blew the paper plane that had been flying under the tree. However, six years left hurriedly in the laughter with friends, just as I hurriedly came here, waving my sleeves, but did not take away a ray of sunshine, leaving only 100,000 milliliters of tears. There's nowhere to release.

In the midsummer of that year, I said goodbye to the maple tree that had been with me for six years and came to a city hundreds of miles away from it to start a new life. Even though everything around me was strange, I also found some comfort under the tree in front of the classroom. Gradually, there were a few close friends around me, and I shared the story of the tree with them. with a gust of autumn wind, it blew away the people who used to come and go in front of the classroom, and unwittingly blew away three unforgettable years. And I, like them, went their separate ways.

When the spring passed, it ushered in the school season again, but after time after time, I was used to the reunion after parting, gently waved to my former self, and said goodbye to the lonely pine in front of the classroom in high school. I packed my bags again and stepped into the high school campus, of which what attracted me most was the forest. And what I like most is lying on the runway in the shade when the wind blows the leaves, dreaming alone, the most beautiful is in my ear, the most beautiful is in front of me, and the warmest is in my heart. However, the wind wrote down my wish on the leaves, blew it to the horizon and turned it into a star wish.

In the early morning, the branches of the trees prop up a vast expanse of white; at noon, the branches of the trees shine brightly; at dusk, the branches of the trees prop up the setting mountains; in the evening, the branches of the trees prop up the stars; but now, the branches of the trees hold up the youth with no regrets.

Time cooks the years, but does not leave a trace, there is still half a year of time, there will be a timely goodbye, bid farewell to the touch of green that once accompanied me and the campus that was once young. Maybe then I will be here silently, waiting for flowers to fall out. Birds throw themselves into the forest.