人生总会遇到一些聚散离合。即使是古时候的文人侠客,也免不了别离时的忧伤,但他们会不失那分豪迈,洒脱不羁,挥手自兹去,向着江湖,对自己的过去说再见。但我们的告别,却又是另外的一种况味……时光荏苒,韶光易逝。犹记当年那个金秋时节,我们在那样一个小小的教室里相遇,一起走过了六年的岁月。一年四季,春夏秋冬,就像是 Life will always meet some polygamy. Even in ancient times, literary heroes could not help but feel sad when they left. However, they would not hesitate to speak boldly and freely, waved their own hands and headed toward the arena to say goodbye to their own past. But our farewell, but it is another kind of situation ... ... time flies, easy to pass. I still remember that autumn season that year, we met in that little classroom, walked through six years. Throughout the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, like