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This morning, the sun returned to the schoolyard.
Every morning when I step through the gate, I feel like I am entering a brilliant painting, where the sun is a silent artist, painting each color on the familiar landscape. I love the sun, love the way it spreads gold on the red bricks, creeps through the green banyan trees, and love the feeling of the sun caressing my skin every morning. The sun has never made me feel lonely, even when I just stand there quietly watching without saying a word. Is it possible that the sun also listens to the things I whisper to myself?
The sun this season is not too harsh, nor is it as weak as the last days of winter. The sun is just enough to dry the hair that is still slightly damp with dew, to warm the hands that are still cold from the early morning wind. During recess, the sun drops down to the schoolyard, brightening up with the bustling footsteps. The sun dances on the white ao dai, sparkling like the golden dust of youth. Then the sun quietly leans over the bicycle in the corner of the yard, listening to the chirping of cicadas and the dreams of youth. And under the golden sunshine of that early morning, we enthusiastically talk about our dreams, about the future ahead, none of us want to let the sun tan our skin, but we cannot bear to leave the days with such gentle sunshine.
The sun is not only light, but also warm memories of a time. On afternoons after school, the sun shines through the trees, shining on enthusiastic faces, illuminating clear smiles in the windy schoolyard. The sun is also a gentle light, quietly drying the foolish tears of school days, so that when the sunset falls, all that remains is warm memories lingering in the heart.
Once, I heard my friend sigh: "With sunshine like this, someone will definitely fall in love!". Yes, with sunshine like this, it would be strange if I didn't fall in love. How could I not fall in love when the sunshine spreads across the yard, drying up unfinished dreams? How could I not fall in love when the sunshine touches someone's smile, making my heart skip a beat, fluttering in the midst of my first love? People say that everyone's youth has a sky to remember, and sunshine is what makes those memories sparkle more, like a mirror reflecting the beautiful days.
On a beautiful sunny afternoon, my friends and I stood leaning against the railing of the second floor, looking out at the school yard. Everyone was silent, but we all knew that one day, we would no longer be able to stand here, no longer be able to feel this gentle sunshine. But we weren’t sad, because we had lived these years to the fullest - years of sunshine, friendship, and the most brilliant dreams, and as long as I still loved the sunshine, as long as I still carried that brilliance in my heart, no matter where I went, I would always carry a part of my youth with me.
The age of 16 is as beautiful as a sunny morning. You and I are like flowers that have just bloomed, both eager to reach for the light and afraid of the strong winds of life. We have big dreams, and aspirations as bright as the sun. But sometimes, in the midst of those bright days, I also feel vague fears rising in my heart. Afraid that one day, the sun will fade. Afraid that these years will become a distant memory, remaining only in diary pages and old photos.
And then one day, when I really have to leave the schoolyard, I will miss the sun so much. I will miss the warm sunshine of the first days of the year, the long streaks of sunlight in the classroom hallway, and the bright sunlight on someone's shirt after school. And I will wonder, does the sun miss me?
Perhaps, the sun will not remember. The sun will still stay, still spreading gold on the school yard, still shimmering on the hair of the students of the next class. Only I will be the one to reminisce about the rays of sunlight of a youth that will never return.
But I believe that even when we grow up, even if we go our separate ways, as long as there is a beautiful sunny day, we will remember each other, remember the passionate years of youth under this sky. The sun will still be there, still shining on the long corridors, still on the shoulders of white shirts, still lying silently on the steps where we used to sit. And I will always love the sun, as I love the most beautiful days of my life. No matter where life takes me, no matter how far the years go, I will always remember the rays of sunshine of my 16 years old - bright, clear, and full of dreams.
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