Watery year

Light acquaintance, slow understanding, everything is inadvertently, the process of getting along is simple. Without cumbersome secularity, unloading the sorrow of emotions.

We left, parted ways, and each went to the future, and rarely contacted.

Remember, we used to be in class 604. we are best friends.

There is a kind of silence, and when I look back, I am full of care and expectation. There is a feeling that there is no need for confession, and the souls that meet each other have already understood each other's feelings. There is a feeling in my heart, and the bottom of my heart is the deepest love in life. There is a feeling of endless thoughts, and the heart is full of blessings, knowing each other and cherishing each other forever...

That is friendship. In the middle of the night, the dim moonlight jumped in through the window, I looked at the white walls, my heart was sour. In the dream, we get together, even if the time is short, we are happy. I can hear your heartbeat, hearty laughter, and warmth.

A, B, C, ...

Memory, no blur, bleak, those things, those people...

Light and shadow mottled, so is our campus life.

Always remember the alma mater - Dunnan Elementary School, that is where we used to laugh and laugh. We learn together and play together. Even if we are faced with the pressure of the quiz, even if our hearts are going to suffer repeated blows, we are still children, children who are not big, unscrupulous, playing...

We have all played together. I recognize a lot of my brothers, and the one that impressed me the most is C. He is tall, wearing glasses and looks like Svens. Who knows that he is a bit unfair, and is obsessed with the so-called love, so he is actually very upset. The girl he likes hardly likes him. On the one hand, he has to look after his own study, his performance is not so ideal. If you don't study, the Wanli Road is just a postman. But he, not so advanced, in fact, he wants to learn well, and then like us, admitted to the key countries.

It is said that he is now more mature, and the rest is still the same, in a very ordinary country, very inferior. Brother, come on!

As long as it is not 18 years old, still a child, a child who grows up. I still remember that cute naughty little hair boy...B.

He smiled very well, and his white teeth were exposed. He is short and likes to wear a pair of dirty slippers. This little hair boy, the results are not bad, and I have a ratio.

For a while, the teacher transferred him to me and told him to learn from me. So we both got at the same table. Who knows that he always bothers me during class. In less than 10 minutes, I took the teacher for a while, then lowered my head and whispered, "Oh, what time, a few minutes, a few seconds..." I pretended to ignore him. Who knows that he is coming to step on me. I came across the counterattack and then gave him a look.

Finally, the two of us were still transferred. The reason is very simple. I want to be a good student, a good student who is downright. In order to prevent intrusion, I have to make a killer - report the teacher.

In fact, he is also very innocent. In the face of my violent sister, he has repeatedly taught that he will not be changed, so he is very miserable.

It is said that he has passed 1 meter now. It looks a little less childish. In a key country, academic performance has soared, and the highest record is already the fourth in grade.

I remember listening to this sentence: "No one has the patience to listen to your story, because everyone has their own words to talk about; no one likes to listen to your complaints about life, because everyone has their own pain; most people in the world Loneliness, the world is willing to listen, people who are used to silence, a few rare." I thought that no longer mentioning their past to others, those lonely struggles in the nightmare, ridiculous, or handed over time, slowly indifferent. In the sixth grade, I met you - a person who is willing to listen to me - C. She is a caring girl, she is not very popular. Inadvertently, we became good friends and good friends.

But our friendship can't stand the test of time. In the age of rumors, I was forced to break up with her. At that moment, her tears swirled in her eyes. Despair, it is a silent pain. She is sincere, I am fully aware now.

Fortunately, I didn't mean to go it alone. At the end of the quiz, I went to see her. We hold each other's hands tightly, and the rest of the temperature is in our hearts.

It is said that she is not so young now. In a normal middle school, I was in the same place as A, but she was very motivated, but her performance plummeted.

There is a law, whether the results are good or bad, people are good or bad, always grow up, become mature, become a big bird with feathers.

Light acquaintance, slow understanding, everything is inadvertently, the process of getting along is simple. Without cumbersome secularity, unloading the sorrow of emotions. Thank you for your company. Dear, you have met, and you may meet. We recall that those are like waters; we look forward to meeting again...

Third day: Cai Han