Sharing the youthful wheel

Youth is the ripples after the rain, layer by layer, stacked in a stack, hiding the secret of friendship.

--Inscription

- The first summer is like a red lotus flower. The singer of the rare star is dotted with the silence of the afternoon, and the gorgeous flowers are densely woven into a changing cloud. I love to hold the same book with you, sitting in the shade of the blue and reading. You always read faster than me, the thin fingers touched the smooth corners of the page, and keenly sneaked at me. Seeing that I was still staring at the small characters on the tree, I put my hand down again. Don't overdo it, and enjoy the sporadic butterfly on the flower bed. I didn't immerse myself in reading until I heard a "squeaky" tree page that made a crisp sound. I have long been accustomed to sharing, and in the page text is our accumulated years.

The rain in the summer is dripping, the rain of the beading falls down straight, falling on the white tile tiles, splashing the jumping rain, and fading out in the shallow water. You are very happy, the sultry day just came out with a smell of sweat, let the clean rain wash your body's suffocation. We ran in the playground. In the name of exercise, we had a wet school uniform on our heads, rushing into the misty rain, jumping step by step on the playground red runway, you took my hand and avoided the shallow bay. In order to avoid the splashing of water on my feet, my pants are dirty. We flew together, shouting "Let the storm come even harder!" while watching you squat and rush forward. The bluntness of the plastic track broke your smooth skin, a small piece of broken red on the lap and a mud mixed with rain. I used paper to wipe you, but I was amused by your overwhelmed expression. I will help you slowly walk down the dense shade of the sky. The flowers of the roses in the rain are sweet and infiltrated with a unique life force in the summer. It is youth and friendship. We enjoy this rainy day together. Like the pouring rain, it falls into a quiet place and turns into a stack of cockroaches.

The rain fell, the flowers thanked, and the weather was fine. Youth continues, and there is endless vitality. We enjoy together and bear together, because each other's existence, an encouragement, and a smile are all in the heart, and for the friendship and eternity.

Third day: Doodle beans