Those years, our memories

On the white walls, the gold framed lines decorated it, but could not cover the unique temperament and feelings of the two girls, bathed in the soft aura of the sunset, the two girls shook their smiles, hand in hand, proclaiming friendship forever. . At that moment, the sky was also drunk.

The memory inadvertently pulled out a long shadow, desperately trying to suppress, but splattered a deeper embarrassment...

I remember that it was a summer afternoon, and the long-term "blood fight" finally won the holiday reward. This sudden ease made me feel overwhelmed and didn't know how to spend it. The short newsletter broke my thoughts. "Pro, are you worried about how to spend your holidays? Don't be surprised, don't hesitate, let me help you get rid of this unnecessary thinking. See you in the old place!" Excited can be imagined, we have never seen each other after entering the country, thank you, have not forgotten me.

Pick up the backpack and rush down the stairs, the sky seems to be more blue, the hot air seems to be a little cool, this may be what the friend brought me different.

Come here, the mood is much better, the old place has not changed, the old trees are green, the wild flowers everywhere, the soft grass under the feet, the clear small stream, our most beautiful memories are here. This place was discovered by me and her by chance. Later, it became our old place. In the past, we often came here to talk about everything, no scruples, no worries. Today, looking at the familiar environment, I am deeply touched.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" She is still fat and cute. "Thinking about our past." But this sentence was taken away by the wind, so she did not hear it, and did not care. "There is nothing here!" We put down the bag, rolled up the corners of the pants, and threw away the image and endless concerns. This is a small world that belongs to us, we can indulge and enjoy.

Xiao Yan hurriedly fled at our feet, and their funny appearance made us laugh. When we are tired, we pour the "war fruit" into the stream. They are released as sin, and with our innocent friendship, swim to the distance.

Lying on the grass, I have a thousand words in my heart to say to her, "Thank you for always appearing when I am helpless, you will always listen patiently to my heart, you will always share happiness with me, thank you, My friend." But I only said to her: "It's good to have you!" "Stupid, we are friends."

Friends, a thousand words can not say my gratitude to you, only hope that our sincere friendship can stay in a corner of my heart forever, not forgotten!

Second day: Wang Weiyuan