Dreaming season coincides with Jun

Dreaming season coincides with Jun

When the geese came back, when the flowers were once again vying to open up; when the annual rings were once again drawn a perfect circle. And you, my dear friend, do you still remember me. At the age of dreaming, our silver bell-like laughter still echoed in my ear.

Remember that cold winter day, when everything was covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost. I saw you when I was bored. It was a ruddy face with a delicate facial features. You waved me, and I walked involuntarily to you. At that time, we made snowmen together and climbed the trees together... When I was tired and tired, I realized that I didn’t know you. Then you quietly told me you. The name, it is a shocking name - winter rain. Since then we have become true friends.

You told me your dream is to be a teacher and a kind teacher. At that time, young and energetic, I said to be the greatest writer in the world. You blink and say seriously; I want to teach the students you write to my students. At this time, we smiled at each other. This time it has deepened our friendship.

Time flies, we walked into the small country together, we all strive to be strong and strive to surpass each other. But even then, our friendship never fades. We progress together and grow together in joy. I still remember that exam. Because my carelessness forgot the necessary rule of the exam, you didn’t hesitate to put your newly bought plastic ruler in half and handed it to me half, and thanked me. You just smiled a little.

I still remember that it was a day in the spring. I went to your home to play. You gave me your mother’s music box for me, but I accidentally let the music box fall to the ground. I was scared. Because that is your favorite toy, and tears instantly fill your eyes. You silently, crying and smashing the music box, I don’t know what to do, and I quickly ran home. I haven't seen you for a few days, and I thought that our friendship would end, but one day after school, you came to me to play again, but you didn't mention a word for the music box.

In the blink of an eye, we have all grown up, and we don’t need the bondage of childhood, but we have locked ourselves. You went to that distant place to go to school. But do you still remember the years we spent together as a child? The string of silver bell-like laughs, witnessed our friendship, and grew up with us. On the winter we met, because of you, that winter is not cold. The days that have you will be the best memories of my childhood.

The second day: let the dream fly