Mr. Mei said that those sounds and pictures left me quietly. At that time, I was still listening to very old songs, wearing old-fashioned clothes, having short hair and carrying an ugly bag. We followed the school broadcast, followed the radio in the dormitory and hummed in a low voice. We sang: If one day, time will go away. We walked through the school laughing and hooking our shoulders, from the classroom to the canteen, knocking all the way with iron lunch boxes like drummers to the west. Those camphor trees along the road open huge memories above our heads. We shed blood and sweat on the court,ceramic bobbin heater, fell many times and fought many times. I've smashed a few wine bottles and I forgot myself. But now I'm sitting in someone else's BMW in my fancy clothes. But I remember how my bicycle in high school passed through one silent dusk after another. The doves in the dusk always flapped their wings silently and flew high into the yellow sky. We straddled the bike on one leg and raised our heads. So the grey feathers of the pigeon covered our faces. "It's been a long time," Weiwei said. The road from home to school is always very long. I always trample that road with them every day. There is a shampoo shop on the roadside. There's a grocery store. There is a nearly abandoned sericulture factory. There are many small restaurants that are not very clean. I walk from the street to the end of the street every day. Sometimes I see the person I like walking in front of me, so I follow him silently without speaking. I dare not go up to say hello or stop. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was out of sight. In this way, the days rise and sink,ceramic bobbin element, and youth is so fast and slow. On the hand bowl, today is a sports watch, tomorrow is a Nike wristband. Always waiting for winter vacation and summer vacation in pain. Then wait for school to start in your spare time. In these repeated waiting and loss, our school uniforms were worn from s to m, and later many boys began to wear l. Button up and pass the school gate every day. Bicycles were parked under the camphor trees one after another. From junior high school to senior high school, I walked silently under the camphor tree for six years. So that I feel sad when I miss it now. The plane trees in Shanghai are too expensive. But the camphor tree will gently caress my young head. Carrying a schoolbag, Ceramic Core Immersion Heaters ,Ceramic Bobbin, you can see the farthest sky. You can hear the quietest rain with the lamp on. Many years have passed, but I still can't forget the days when I did the test paper under the lamp. Open them one by one. Write the formula back and forth on the draft paper. And then put it in the file. Turn off the light and go to sleep. Put your headphones on and wrap them in the quilt. So the world became very quiet. Someone is singing in the ear, they are all old. Where are they. You don't even know I liked you. You certainly don't know. I have bought mineral water so many times, but I didn't dare to give it to you every time. You don't even know I have your picture. You certainly don't know. I put it in the innermost part of my wallet. I always see your face every time I buy a coke. A dim white light shone. You don't know that I'm taking a long way to go home with you every day. You certainly don't know. I always turn back at your door. Look at the road that two people just walked, and now they walk alone. So I walked quietly under the camphor tree for three years. Class 3, Grade 1 on the door of my classroom was replaced by Class 3, Grade 3. And I still like to drink coke and buy mineral water again and again. When we are young, we always say we like it. Young and vigorous can easily say a lifetime. We are too young to know that there is such a long time to come. Long enough for me to forget you. Enough to make me like someone again, just like I liked you. We thought everything was in front of us. We thought that the days when we carried our schoolbags under the camphor trees to shelter from the rain were forever. I thought there was no end to riding a bike to pick you up to school. We proudly let the time slip away. So he bowed his head and cried. I've had a lot of dreams these years. The school in the dream is always empty. In the setting sun, those classrooms silently daub their hairy shadows on the wedding field. No one passed by. No one bothered. No one jumped down the stairs with a basketball in their arms. No one walked slowly into the studio with a drawing board on his back. The building is empty. Only migratory birds fly tirelessly year after year. Birds can't take away such a huge yearning. So they sit here quietly. In the depths of my nightmares. Become elusive as the sun rises and the moon sinks. They have become refined immortals. Build a stubborn castle in my heart. We spent those summers frantically signing yearbooks. We sign our Chinese and English names more gaudily than anyone else. We shook hands with each other and signed each other like big stars. The sun shone on our red faces. Under the camphor tree, someone drank a whole can of coke with his head up. At the end of the last exam, we crowded in front of the old gate of the school. Our school uniforms are very neat. The white shirt blooms brightly in summer. Weiwei and I sat on the steps and watched everyone jump around, laugh, fight and fight, and finally become quiet. After the silence, some people were silent, some people turned around, and some people began to cry quietly. So many years have passed in silence. So-and-so once fell in love with So-and-so in the past three years. So-and-so has played many games with So-and-so. So-and-so is afraid to go to the toilet at night and always drags So-and-so with him. So-and-so cried and said to So-and-so that you must not forget me in the future. Weiwei and I watched the crowd slowly disperse. When the last person walked out of the open door, the setting sun fell suddenly. I patted Weiwei's head in the dark. Weiwei said it was a pity that I couldn't call you downstairs in the future and you ran down. I said, "Yes, it's a pity.". If there are tears,7g Ozone Generator, everyone will pretend not to see them. Breathing becomes very thin and long, floating in the air. The mobile phone rang and I heard Xiao Bei buzzing and crying. Xiao Bei said that even the hoarse singing was very affectionate. In this way, we fell on the horizon. Summer flowers bloom in winter. global-ceramics.com