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Passionate along the way


A flock of birds flew and made a perfect arc in the sky. The warm sunshine sprinkled on my hair and eyelashes, and it was brilliant.

The old tree still stands by the river, and when it is old, it drops a few dead leaves from time to time. Stepping on the foot, making a squeaking sound. Looking at the swing that was swaying by the wind, it was intertwined with the afterglow of the setting sun.

I sat on the swing with her, and the swing was very high. The river reflected our innocent smile.

"You said that we can be friends for a lifetime."

"Of course,"

"Then we pull the hook"

"it is good"

"The hook is hooked, the hook is hooked, who is the big yellow dog. Hahaha"

As we grow older, we all have our own troubles and their own minds, but we never hide each other, and the joys, sorrows and sorrows are revealed without reservation. We had teased the little fat people in the class together; helped the opponents who had difficulties together; and the teacher who had married the classmates back. We are like people and shadows, there is light and you and me.

I remember once, we took another 800 meters. I accidentally fell. You could have taken the first place and ran to me, sticking out a small and powerful hand. Grabbing your hand, the temperature of the palm of your hand invaded the atrium and spread all over the body. Although we took the last countdown together, but at the moment we entered the end, we looked at each other and smiled.

Friendship is like water, delicate and soft, but it leaves deep traces in the years.

Friendship is like a hair, silky and densely decorated with the top of the head.

There is you all the way, all the way.

First day: Cai Yuqing

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