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The 11th is meant to create for class eleven, for which we start on the step of our class trip. The whole class ought to participate, in reality 44 of them do. Without doubt, we are greatly proud of such unique cohesion we own.
Go back to that essential day, we are all in great delight despite the weather forecast reported yesterday was terrible. Along the journey to destination, what fill with the carriage not only galliards ones but also ebullient laugher and dulcet（悦耳的） singing.
During the day-time activity consisted of sightseeing of ancient city, frolicking on the beach. Contrary to the forecast, with the long-lasting sunshine, we made ourselves immerse collectivity. It seems amazingly that the god might be moved by us.
A day likely pasted in a flash, when we gathered on the beach for our tempting dinner. The sun was falling down in the distance when the sky and sea interweaved together, which paint the sea red and make yellow sands sparkled. Comfortable sea wind flow to our skin lightly. We had a taste of cate blissfully with a wide variety of seafood. More importantly, who opposite you is the one you truth, you love; you can open your mind to. Such a meaningful dinner, we may not have for the second time. As a precious experience, we collected it in our memory box essentially.
Flying kites, walking bare foot across the soft beach, such simple scene just like the filmstrip, dolce and memorable.
The bonfire party started with blaze burning in front of our hotel. Although the gas burning in the huge ironwork barrel, the place of ordinary wooden put to burning, which there is not contrast in our eyes, no difference made to our enthusiasm.
We held our hands, making a huge circle around the fire. We felt the temperature from the fire and the others’ hearts beating through nerve. At that moment when our enthusiasm went up to the summit, we did morning exercise jazzily at crazy speed. We are self-confident because it was show time for class eleven to present their spirit and interpretation of solidarity.
When the car pulled out at Jusco, our journey seems to end. No matter how much we attach to this trip, how difficult we hold the tears; the journey was doomed to come to an end. But the memory will keep in our heart; the enjoyment will reappear in our brain. It is the trip that belongs to Class Eleven, inscrolling in the bloom of our youth. Never back, but never forget.
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