The slightest concern in my heart

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The one in my heart is worried about the sea and the bright moon. source:
- The inscription today is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival. The teacher left an essay with the title "Following". I don't know why. When I heard the word "care", the first thing I thought of in my mind was her. She will be my life's concern, because my world is lit up by her.
Late at night, I was lying in bed, the bright moonlight flowing through the window quietly, like a calm lake, without a trace of waves, never lost sleep, I could not sleep tonight, I quietly got up, stood at the window, looking out the window The moon, my thoughts drifted to the side...
When I was a child, I was very introverted and didn't like to play with everyone. So I was very lonely. Every time I sat in a small chair and watched the other children playing happily. I was envious of my heart. I want to have a friend! But who will take the initiative to talk to me as a "wood man"?
Until the poem came, she took my hand and let me play with him, but I just kept shaking my head. She was helpless and had to move the small chair next to me. She told me a joke and told me The story, she talked with a dazzling dance, I was attracted to her, slowly, I started talking to her, laughing with her, although the words were so short, the smile was so far-fetched, but for me it has been a great improvement, She is happy for my change, so she is even more energetic. In order to give me more stories, she always asks her mother to buy more story books for her.
My world is thus lit up by her and becomes colorful. We have been from the kindergarten to the fifth grade of the national school. We are going to school together, doing homework together, going to the library together to go to the amusement park, almost inseparable, she always plays like a sister to protect my role, when I squeeze the bus together. She always blocked me, not letting others crowd me, someone bullying me, she always blocked me behind me, a pair of "little heroes". At that time, I thought that it would be like this for a lifetime, happy smile under her protection, crying loudly. However, I forgot, it was just that I thought. The poems are gone, and the parents go to a distant place, I heard that there will be no snow in winter.
I remember that the first day of her trip happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. We sat together on the rooftop to enjoy the moon. We laughed so happy that night, and there was no sadness to leave. It was a picture that we must remember for a lifetime. It is hidden in our hearts. The memory of the annihilation, the next day, the poems left with the parents, I did not send her, I am afraid that after seeing her, the heart can no longer bear the pain of parting.
Wen, I have finished writing here, but my concern for her will never stop.
Looking up at the moon, as if to see her smiling face, is she still okay? Are you worried about each other like me?
Standing in front of the window, the bright moonlight still flows quietly...
Nung, moon and new moon.
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The slightest concern in my heart

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