Agreement under the cherry tree

That year, under the cherry tree, the blue butterfly painted the arc of the dragonfly. You took my hand and agreed that even if you become an old woman, you are a good friend. We smiled, and the laughter was like the first sunshine in the spring, bright and warm.

Remember, we first saw you, your soft smile, superb wisdom, just like the magnet class attracted me. So, we became good friends. As the day goes by, the memory is blurred. Can't forget, you cheer me up at the end; forget, you run my hand and run; forget, the agreement under the cherry tree.

On that day we walked on campus as usual. Breezy breeze, flowers and trees swaying, the sun is lazy on the branches, the trees are mottled, refreshing and quiet. You cried and said to me, you have to go back to your hometown next semester. Then, turning and leaving, as if taking my heart away.

I am there. The head is blank, not to say that it is good, even if it becomes an old woman, is it a good friend? How do you separate now?

Windy, blowing a cherry blossom. Looking at the cherry blossoms falling like rain, should you sigh the beauty of the cherry blossoms, or the fall of the cherry blossoms?

I seem to think about something. The journey of life is very long. After all, you and I are all passengers. It is still too late, we should cherish it. Even if we are separated, we do not regret it, we can still miss this wonderful time. Our friendship will not change with time and distance, is it?

So I cherish every moment I am with you.

Finally, you are still going back, we are growing up and understand the many philosophies of life. We are all wandering ships in our lives, stopping at any time in the painless harbor. I have not regretted the time we spent together because I cherished it!

Even if you are in a distant city, I still believe that we are heart-to-heart. I believe that the agreement under the cherry tree will not be erased!

The breeze blows lightly, and the cloud flows quietly. I would like to entrust my thoughts to the cloud that rides the wind, and bring you a thousand miles away. May my thoughts touch every beautiful one because of this love. Memories!

Baosheng District, Shenzhen, Guangdong Province, Huasheng Experimental School, the third day: Zhuang Ting