当窗前的台历又翻到了这个属于相片与留言册的季节时,我知道我们在离开的瞬间会撒下滚烫的泪水。没有谁来暗示青春就这样随着落日黄昏—去不返,也没有谁来敲醒床前的风铃,我们的行程却已经结束又开始。也许走得很潇洒,那挥手的姿势里其实蕴涵了太多的无奈的约定;更有甚者走得匆匆,来不及说声道别,更来不扩整理早已零乱了的心情;甚至走的杳无音信,从此不再携手度过风雨,更不能在窗前执着地叫你的名字,等你、爱你。我们就是这样匆匆地走开!匆匆得连名字都不想再提起,它是显得那样的陌生与滑稽。因为我们终于发觉:名字以及那一个个与这些名字有关的故事都会随着96级这个名字,向昨天、向这个学校作最后的告别,然后走入永恒的沉默,模糊了容颜,遗忘了名字,最后连同我们的故事一起,也会被流失的岁月埋藏在校园里的栀子花树 When the desk calendar in front of the window turned to the season of photos and message boards, I knew that we would shed boiling hot tears at the moment of departure. No one suggests that youth is like that. With sunset over - no return, nor whoever wakes up the wind chimes in front of the bed, our journey has ended and begun. May go very chic, that waving gesture actually contains too much helpless agreement; What is more go in a hurry, too late to say goodbye, but also do not expand the reason already messy mood; and even go 杳No news, no longer hand in hand through the storm, not to persist in the window call your name, waiting for you, love you. We are so hurried away! Hurried even the name does not want to mention, it is so strange and funny. Because we finally realized that the names and the stories associated with these names would all be the last to say goodbye to the school with the name of level 96, and then walked into eternal silence, blurred their faces, forgotten their names, Finally, together with our story, will be lost years buried in the campus of gardenia tree