Chapter 13 birthday poem

Twelve years old (Evening April 3, 2003) (It is now April 3rd, at 6:35 in the evening. Tomorrow the teacher will congratulate the 6 students who were born in April. At noon, everyone will eat cake in the class. I am very moved. I wrote this poem) Time kills the passion of youth , Time shot down the eagle of childhood. But the unchanging friendship still sends you on a long journey. sweet old wine, Brew a pure heart. golden ballad, Make you and me transparent. May we become a cloud, Clean the white mirror. embrace our blue sky, Reflect us broadly.Remember the good old days, Play Joyful Stars.

42 winds and rains, How can it be simple and peaceful? Open the homework book for the first grade of junior high school, Tracing along childish notes. You are so beautiful!time! I beg you to pause! Do not sleep!time!Let me get my heart out. The yellowed homework paper no longer allows me to reminisce, Listen to the whispers of silence. Can't erase the sadness in the smile, My mind has been frozen into ice. Shatter the dust accumulated on the memory, Re-sound the silver bell of spring!