Unconsciously (YAP)

Unconsciously, another one year passed by.

From 12 May 2008, the stuffy afternoon of which would be permanently carved in my heart, to today, 15 May 2009, one year and three days flowed away.


On that day, having no time to put down the pens which were going to write down the answer, we were rushing out of the classroom with the roaring of the earth. It was just like yesterday.
But today, no one could remember what the questions on the test paper were any more. The time inlayed in those test papers have gone like the water in a river that would never come back.

Unconsciously, three hundred and more days and nights of happiness and sorrow just went away, flowing away as a history that we would never go back to. It is our own history.

What I would never forget are the bundles of exercise books, which were occupied by formulas and calculations from all kinds of subjects. What we had worked on most of the time of the past four years.

What I would never forget are the guys whom I played basketball with at three o’clock under the burning sun at a summer afternoon, and the sweat we shed, the smell of which we called the “smell of the man”. It is our passionate youth age.

What I would never forget are my classroom, Senior 3 Class 1, and the corridor in front of it, which is filled with our laughter, anxiety, as well as exhaustions. Now, the classroom is still there as it has been for so many years, but with different people. Many things are being repeated there, but the stories happened there in 2008 would never be on again, because it was written by a class that was different from any others in the world.

What I would never forget are those complicated simple stories of those naive mature people at that bright dark age. But now, the protagonists of those stories are far away from each other in different parts of the world.

What I would never forget is KG’s tears which are melt in the O’Brien Cup. But now, he is sitting on the bench watching the Green Team totter in the playoffs.

What I would never forget is our parting. We said goodbye to each other with the expectations for the future as well as fear of the flying time and uncertainty.

Unconsciously, all of these stories have been added another ring.

The last yesterday, the withered leaves were falling in the wind. But the next tomorrow, flowers are blossoming in the bright sunshine.

Short as it is, life is splendid. Looking back, we would never regret because of these golden moments that are worth treasuring in our lifetime.