Full of love

The shattered dream, since it can't be re-rounded, why bother pick up the plot of the past and let the flowing water flow fill the clothes?

--Inscription

I really want to help you wipe the painful tears and listen to your heartfelt words. However, the fact of parting has not allowed me to have this kind of idiot again. I really don't know if your departure is a dream or a reality. Why do I have to remember the past events so that it can flow like water? However, looking at the injured paper crane in his hand, and the sound of tears, the vague memories are still appearing in front of my eyes.

"Hey, Tingting, what is this?"

"Hey, this is a crane, it is a stack of paper, how? Beautiful?"

"Well, not bad, pretty."

"I will teach you the next day, will you?"

"Well, OK."

"That's what I will give you."

"Thank you, Tingting." I said happily.

Maybe, you know that I like blue, maybe, you also like the color as pure as the blue sky, the paper crane you gave me is blue.

Since then, there has been one more person in your life. You are always crying with me around me, because we often fear the so-called "vengeance" because of naughty wounding bugs. You are always sad to be with me, because we always forget to learn for childhood mischief and fear the so-called "achievements." Then we grow up together.

In this quiet night, I know that you have to go far, but I have not sent you off because I know I will cry. A man squatting on the balcony to see the sky, as always, quiet and mysterious, but it seems like a few more bleak. It is said that time is invisible, but sitting in the corner of memory, watching the scene of the clutch, the whole heart seems to condense, and instantly loses the language.

When you are gone, who will teach me a stack of paper cranes?

When you are gone, who will know my favorite color?

......

The little paper crane in his hand, with the passage of time, the color has been dimmed a lot, without the pale blue color, but more deep purple, without the purity of the blue sky, but a few more Frustrated. Those pure and happy? Why the rest is just heavy and can't be erased, and it should be deeply branded in my heart, wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes, but drip on the little paper cranes, let it soak and collapse. Is this also the fate of our friendship?

Many people have gathered together and scattered. Many things are light and far away. Many dreams, but magnificent but also pale, yes, why should tears full of emotions, full of clothing? --postscript

Henan Hongli School Junior Third: Tian Qian