长到17岁,第一次尝到“生离死别”的滋味,还是初三毕业那回。曾经拥有的那个集体,犹如转瞬即逝的烟花,每一颗火种都奔向自己的前程。但是,即使是一朵烟花,也曾拥有过光芒和绚丽。那同桌间的玩笑、朋友间的约定。游园时的欢声笑语,运动会上的呐喊拼搏,还不都在记忆的枝头绽放着美丽的花朵?难忘的,是我的同桌好友, When he was 17 years old, he first tasted the feeling of “living away from the dead”, or did he graduate from junior high school. The collective that was once owned is like a fleeting fireworks. Every fire has its own future. However, even a single firework has had a brilliant and brilliant appearance. The joke between the same table and the agreement between friends. The cheers and laughter in the garden, the shouts and fights at the games, and not all the flowers on the branches of the memory are beautiful flowers. It is my friends at the same table who are unforgettable.