Three years went by unnoticedly and sliently. Farewell, Our No.3 middle school! Farewell, our junior middle life!
Today, the school held the closing ceremony of graduation, during which I suddenly felt an strong affection for those teachers who I used to hate. When I was going to take the certificate, Mr.Sun said: "son, you must do well in the exam". All of a sudden, my heart was rendered. I hugged him, trying hard to hold back the tears in my eyes.
After the ceremony, we went back to the classroom where the teacher was going to address his last speech for us. Though we acted like we couldn't care less about it, joking with him all the time and keeping smilling, deep down, we felt awefully hurt. After the speech, the teacher turned away and walked out of the classroom, with obviously glimmering tears in his eyes. After a while silience in the classroom, we came to the teacher's office, where we hugged the teacher one by one. When I saw those red eyes of the teacher, I tightly held my arms, hoping this moment could last longer. My tears, again, dropped out despite of my effort to hold it back. At the last moment, we bade farewell to each other. With our voice keeps reverberating in the corridor, we felt it never gonna stop in our hearts.
Though departure is almost overwhelming, we still need to face it.
farewell, Alma mater, honorable teachers as well as my dearest brothers. I'll keep you in my mind forever, forever.
Farewell, those memories in No.3 junior high.