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　　Its all I cant protect. What has gone away is what I have left in my mind for three years, and I want to say goodbye and I dont know where to start.

　　The day after tomorrow, we will leave this building for three years and leave my junior high school life.

　　The last day before the senior high school entrance examination, everyones heart lost fall, who have no learning, some students early to put the books moved back home, we bequeath, lingering sentiments. Three years ago, I remember saying goodbye to each other for six years of primary school. Although we just write a few words simply, no say "goodbye", so you really have not seen goodbye. Three years later, when everything is like what happened, we all conjecture that it will not be the same as the farewell three years ago. Since then, we really will not see each other anymore.

　　First, stubborn and simple, everyday honestly do the teachers good child, the teacher within sight of holding books pretending to work; second, crazy and confident, quietly began to love some stars, began to pay attention to those handsome little boys; third, stressed, and began to write a diary, always melancholy and moody, also began to really hard, secretly plan in the future what kind of University, and calmly said after go here and there.

　　Such a full and wonderful three years, so stubborn and stubborn three years, such a warm and unforgettable three years, so come.

　　Those precious innocence, we cant go back, those days lying on the grass looking at the sky about the ideal, those looking for the sunshine warmth of their own days, those cold trembling in bed days, those in the classroom and outside the heart can only be filled with helpless days, those who stay in together even if the heavens have to first say a crazy day, who looked to be the window frame outline square sky boundless fantasy birth day, never come back.

　　Its all I cant protect. Whats gone is what I have left in my mind for three years, and I want to say goodbye when Im about to say goodbye, but I dont know where to start.

　　Now, I have no longer is the extreme character, eccentric to be beneath the human character girl now; Im not knowing that there is too rebellious but always refused to admit the fault of the little girl; I have already grown into a clear, is non ideal middle school students. In the past three years, all love, all hate, all wet diary, all tears and laughter, all the engraved years of heartburn, all disappeared on this prosperous and dispersed day.

　　Goodbye, my junior high school career!