I miss the moment that my classmates give me the photos of all my
memories about my class at the graduation.
I miss the time that
I laugh at my classmate when he shot an airball in the PE class.
I miss the seconds
reading with my classmates when we have the free time.
I remember the
classroom in my school, the desks in it have been changed every year, but I can
still find the doodles, which belong to me.
I remember the
back yard in my school, the trees in it have been felled many times, but I can still find the memories, which belong to me.
I remember the teaching building in my school, the paths in it have
been repaired over and over again, but I can still
find the footprints, which belong to me.
When I return, I
will go and find the memories of the past, and the youth I have lost.
