Dusk in June

[ Original Text ]It is a beautiful and warm evening. The song belonging to June in the evening is drifting gently. When we hear it on the radio one day,’ When we are young, the years are drifting quietly’ ..   Gently, I walked past the evening of June.   Gently, through the mood like water, through the past like smoke, through the good years that belong to the third grade. When the students smiled and waved goodbye to me, when the parting song sounded faint in the ears, a sense of inexplicable emotion welled up in my mind. I finally realized that all the beautiful memories have been lost, and those lovely smiling faces and familiar names make me miss all the more.. I once lived in a kind of preciousness and knew what it means to cherish and have. I carefully collected a ray of sunshine sprinkled on the stairs, singing in the distant place and some familiar figures. I don’t want to easily lose the memories of the third year that touched my life at first..   The classroom was empty and deserted, with white walls, monotonous sunshine and light blue dust flying in the sunshine.. I gently brushed the dust off the table and gently closed the window like a beautiful dream. I want to impress all the beautiful memories in my mind and warm my heart in my loneliest time. Don’t forget to fly bright and clear laughter and clear eyes. Dan stands quietly at the head of the building to see the sunset.. In the dim memory, the song of Bo seems to float in the corner of the classroom over and over again, ” Who is playing with the pipa and participating in the answer straight Regulations?”. Maple leaves stain the story and I see through the ending. On the ancient road outside the fence, I led you through the years of wild tobacco and creeping weed, even breaking up was silent … ” The little lonely tune, dribs and drabs, wisps and wisps, was hanging on my stomach.”. Close your eyes, as if to see some pure smiles again, rippling in the evening sun and slipping away from the sky in June..   Gently, I walked past the evening of June.   Inadvertently, looking at the falling sunset, my heart suddenly throbbed with a warm feeling of deja vu. When I saw the white smoke in the distance, when the leaves of wutong trees on the campus were falling with golden yellow leaves, when the 3322 junior high school students walked in the lawn under the clear sky, when the cries on the basketball court rang through my ears again, and when the lights of night lessons flashed in front of my eyes again, the past time, which would eventually be more and more distant from me, occasionally passed through my heart.. I learned to grow up, learn to be strong, and learn to tell myself what kind of tomorrow I am going to have. On the occasion of parting, Dan held a souvenir book and asked me to write a graduation message. There were many light blue stories in the light blue cover page. Dan once told me that she likes the evening, and likes to see the bright shadows under the evening glow.. In the face of Dan’s pure and misty eyes, I want to tell her that although the past in smoke has gone away with the wind, you still roam in the sky of my memory..   Gently, it is a beautiful and warm evening. The song belonging to June in the evening is drifting gently. When we hear it on the radio one day,’ When we are young, the years are drifting quietly . ”, will the heart vaguely sing for a period of only time?.   Gently, I walked past the evening of June.   Gently, I will hold your hands again and walk through the evening of June with a smile.