Friendship

The spring breeze that came slowly, blew her smile, and the spring rain that came immediately, faintly erased my smile.

In the rain, in the wind, we used to cry, laugh, and play. Whenever spring comes, I am confused, I always think of you yesterday!

Some people have said that "juvenile is a painting", what moved me was that I met you in the "painting" and realized the preciousness of friendship.

I remember a rainy day, after school, I did not bring an umbrella, and I stood alone at the school gate. I should have been with you, but in the morning...

We quarreled for a little thing, and now I feel very embarrassed, and you must leave me alone. My head is low, my heart is sighing constantly, and my friendship will be cracked. How can I make up for it? While I was in a daze, you accidentally appeared - while gasping for a big breath, the body was slightly shivering, holding a wet umbrella in his hand. I can see that you are already cool. I was a little overwhelmed at the moment, hurriedly took off my coat and put it on you, wrapping your body in the wind, and our hands were tightly held together. This wind, this rain, seems to have become very gentle and fascinating.

I remember the scene of our schooling together, we discussed the fierceness of the problem; remember that when I cried silently after the failure, you handed the handkerchief full of heart; remember that you said to me: "The grades only represent the past, everything starts today." So far, this sentence has always inspired me. We also love learning, love music, love every day in our lives, all of which goes away with yesterday, and today, are you okay?

When I sent you to the airport, my heart was broken. The wind forgot my tears, and the rain made us embrace each other again. At this time, you still wear the yellow hair card I gave you, and there is a trace of sentiment in my eyes. "Every place I walked with has become a wall that binds my memory. I can't resist it, and there is nowhere to hide."

Let's go, I don't cry, no matter how much my heart hurts; let's go, I don't cry, I bless you!

The second day: Feng Xiaoyang