Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by. In a blink of an eye, two years pass by like clouds. The angel of time carefully moves the hour hand to farewell. On this occasion of parting, our moods are as turbulent as the waves of the sea. I remember that when we first entered school, we were still jumping teenagers. How childish and innocent! But now we have grown up, with maturity written all over our faces. I remember that when we first entered school, we could only add, subtract, multiply and divide. We were so ignorant and poor.
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