TheweatherinJuneisa"burningPo",burningtheheatsothatwemistakenlythinkitisamirage,inthefarsmokearray,slowlyrising,flyingleap.LetustakeJunetoridicule,Junemustardfalseintention,butalsoletusthinkJunebrideispartingseason.Juneofeachyear,therearealwayscountlessoutslowlyinthesobs,thatisjustthesoundWSETSchool,inchandhebacklayersofacacia.Noonecanrefusesuchawound,parting,intheeyesofthePhoenixbloomtears.Fromtheendofchildhood,withasincereandindivisiblemeaningcannotbehidden,becauseitisthebeginningoftheheart,theheartisstraight.Thisisthebeginningoftheheart,likeafruitwhichisyettomature,buthalfwaythroughmyobaccounting,zenbuverysadandregret.RememberinJuneofthatyear,studentshavetowriteasimpleblessingandencouragement,suchas;"brightfuture,""eatbitterone,"","selfishandbroad-mindedtowardothers"people","Failureisthemotherofsuccess".....Wait,notforgetthelastquestion,inscribed;phoenixflowers,grape,watermelonissweethomeenergysaving,whilethesoundofcicadassingup.Inseniorhighschool,theinscriptionofthestudentsappearedmorematureandsteady,buttheydidnotlosetheiryoungandpureheart.Ofcourse,theteacher&39;sencouragingwords,itisalwayshopeearnestly,sincerewordsandearnestwishes,somedayinthefuture,studentscanriseheadandshouldersaboveothersdazzling.Justsuchexpectations,Idonotknowhowmanypeoplecanreach,whetherJackieChan,ChengFeng?AstowhetherJackieChan,ChengFeng,achievesuccessandwinrecognitionisnotthemostimportant,importantiswhethertomaintain,heartandatrueandsincere.Rushyearssuchasmeteorlike,Shashiawaythingsthatvanishesinaflash.Althoughwecannotgrasptheprogressofthatnumber,butthememoryisclearandclear,writedownthereallife,andcannothopeorfriendship.Andsuchalife,suchfriendship,shouldbethemosttruevoiceofchildhood,andthemostdistincttruelanguage.Juneisaredhotseason.Itistheseasonofripefruitandthesweetestmomentofallfruit.Nomatterhowtimechange,afterhundredsofyears,thousandsofyearswearestillinJunewhensingingoutmangzhong,Yiyi,sweetfruit.ButIalwaysforgetthatinitialheart,andthegooddream.Nowthinkofit,peopleoftensay,"failureisthemotherofsuccess,andseparationisthebeginningofreunion."butweknowthatsomepeople,things,thingsareatdifferentpointsintimeandspace,onceseparated,itisdifficulttogettogether.Whentheteacher,somestudentshavegone;thebrickhut,alsonolongerexists.Leavingonlytracesofyears,brandedinthecapacityofmillionsofharddisk,sometimesappear,andsometimesheavy.Likethemooninthewater,inthemirror,Ican&39;tgraspit,norcanIkeepit.Onlyinthememoryofthephoenixtreeisstillretainedunderthebutterflywing,treecicadascatchthewind,confusioninthefieldgraspingloach,andsecretlyunderthemangotree,afraidofbeingcaughtmonkeyeating.Andinthegarden,withthebird&39;sembarrassment.Moreteachersinculcatestudentslaugh,playfulandcarefreeappearance.
