That scene, I can't forget it.

The years have passed and the personnel has changed. The flying bird crossed the air, but could no longer find the starting point, even though it flew higher and farther. Are we the same?

One test, one away, one tear is exchanged for endless thoughts.

Sometimes sitting quietly, I suddenly remembered your voice and smile, as if you are still laughing around me, playing the simplest and most childish but most comfortable game, laughing: "You this Stupid." Then there was a laughter. I laughed, but I don’t know when I laughed and burst into tears and filled with bitterness and recollection.

One day, you quietly knocked on the door of my house. You have come so rushed, don't say hello, causing me to look at you with all my heart, watching you smile at me. Pulling me into my house again, as if you are the master. As usual, familiar movements.

We sat on the couch and looked at each other. You cut short hair and you are taller. The only thing that remains unchanged is the smiley eyes and the intimate movements when pulling me. At this moment, I really want to talk, say what I miss, and say a thousand words. But I stopped, I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound. My eyes were like a soap bubble, and I spilled the liquid inside when I touched it. After all, you opened your mouth: "We are all good." A thousand words, this comfort is also resolved.

The sun outside the window is just right. "Let's go out and walk." Walking side by side on the path, the sun is warm, my heart is warm, watching their familiar side faces, and the same warm smile.

The sunshine outside the window is just right, my friends, I know that you are very good, I am satisfied, no matter what the future, we are all best friends. Everything between us, and the warm scene, let me keep it in my heart!

Second day: Zhang Xingwei