poem of my school

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.