Time changes everything水木年华

Time changes everything

Penelope 2015.09.20

I have an old photo.It had been

10 years since it came into the colorful world. Born from the silvery solution of the photographic tray. It is been a decade since it was placed here, beneath a huge stack of old magazines on a rack loaded with books.

Rediscovered from the bottom of that dirt-laden leap,it was able to see the light, still in good state.

It was such a relief！Surprisingly, its colors had still not

turned yellowish pale. I squinted my eyes, straining to recognize those emerging faces, blurred images, faint,yet distinct memories.

There are 49 girls and two boys in our class when we entered the college. At that time, we were only about sixteen years old. Standing in the corner on the left was my partner, Lina, a girl with short hairdo. Shy monitor stood next, attempting a smile,yet, unwilling to say “cheese”. Holding her hand was me , Penelope, with a vicacious smile and loads of baby fat. I like our comprehensive

teacher Mrs. Sun, she has a great influence in my life. She is good at singing, dancing. A humorous and kind-hearted lady in my mind.

Last among the girls was Janet, the one with silken voice. To the extreme right corner, was Mango ,who would crack jokes anywhere and anytime.

Our headmaster and tutors were sitting in the middle, completing the picture.

Eighteenth June, 2010, I remembered the date, as my mind strolled down memory lane, recalling

thoughts, trying to sketch some images.

That was the last day before our departure, all of us wore the red uniform had gathered to say “Good-Bye”to the place where we had spent our schooldays.

After that, they were of their own ,ready to enter a world with no boundaries. That empty classroom was a world within a world, which was theirs in their own right.

It was there I tried and tried to write down all those tricky phrases, I just came to the library alone on

weekends. With my mp3, and a glass of greentea, and a tape player.

It was an audience of those musical sessions at lunchtime; and a silent spectator of many heartbreaks, and of different kinds of competitions ,too.

There are so many old classmates in the photo. At that moment, both of us lived far away from home, studied hard to achieve our dreams. The chatter of girls, the grumbling of teachers, the rumble of feet, the colors of our paintings, the practice of the English opera, the songs we

sang loudly together, the volleyball we played after class, the tapes we listened over and over again.

I have an old photo.

It is just like an honest friend who never betray you.

It had seen all.

It is an unforgotten memory.

It stood among our youth, hopes, dreams,frustractions,sorrows,tears, and happiness-almost everything. Moreover, on that day the mango tree on the avenue was the witness of them all ,coming together, even if for a single moment only.