Once More to My Old School

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On a summer dusk,thick clouds blanketed the sky quietly.With mood being inexplicable low,I paused often while wondering.I looked ahead,confused,then looked at the scenery. My old school still looked her old self. I walked on the path as I used to.Far and near,high and low,the path was flanked by rows of willows.The golden light glided the willows,which harmonized with the gentle wind,like young brides in the setting sun dancing in the breeze.Under the shinning sunlight and gentle wind, the lake was flickering with scale-like ripples.The windows gleamed gold in the reflected rays of the setting sun,like another lake in the air, just still and serene. The sky turned to rose red,as the ruby red sun was setting down little by little.With the breeze carrying a faint fragrance of obscure flower,the whole school seemed to be shrouded in the mist of fantasy.I soaked myself in the still hours,enjoyed a oasis of calm.While the chirping of cricket and katydid broke the stillness,and cicadas on the trees joined the chorus as if they never understood the swelter of summer,the restless of mine. Scattered stars were blinking in the sky.When I suddenly looked up,I discovered I had reached my old classroom building.A thin layer of sadness welled up in my heart.Students were coming into the classroom by twos and threes,chattering and laughing.They went through the same roads I had ever passed.I was wondering if they had noticed the fragrance of flowers,the grace of willows,and the changes of light and sky,even the chaos of cricket and katydid and cicadas.They just walked straight to the classroom at a fast pace as I had ever done before.I felt sorry about that. Pondering while sitting at the conner of classroom building,the buzz of reading reminded me of those days just passed away.Days passed one after another,and we just didn’t know it.The voice of reading reverberated around the school,sometimes high and sometimes low,sometimes joined,sometimes parted. Strolling alone down the path,leaving the sound of reading further and further behind.It seemed that I had stepped into another world.A world was lack of the stress of examination while full of the dread of unknown. On such a night without moonshine and stars,the city feels like a jail without walls. Tired and suffocated,the touch of personal sadness of departure made me feel weepy. But the dark night would be over, the sun would come out after all.Walking along the street,I knew I was moving on to a new tomorrow.