There is a kind of beauty called friendship

There is a kind of beauty called friendship

Henan Hongli School Seventh Five-Year Class Hao Ziqi

There is a kind of colorful called spring back to the earth, there is a kind of warmth called memories, there is a kind of happiness called big love without borders, there is a kind of care called meticulous.

There is a beauty called friendship.

Vaguely remember that the weather was gloomy that day, the black cloud of black pressure seems to be falling, and I couldn’t breathe. Soon, the raindrops of the beans are on my face, and they are on my heart. The world is turbid, like a big net, the net has lived in everything, and it has also caught my heart. The grass on the side of the road pulled his head, and the powerlessness was absurd. I walked and walked aimlessly.

The cold rain knife swept across my face. I used my fingers to sweep the raindrops off my face. I remembered one thing. I accidentally spilled water on my good friend's bed this morning. She just went. Ignore me. We didn't stick together as usual, but we walked each other. I am aiming at a stone block, kick it aside, roll it, go to hell, I am groaning in my heart. At this time, I saw a figure through the rain screen, getting closer and closer to me. . . . . . . Oh, it’s her!

A white face came into my eyes, a pair of not very beautiful but sly little eyes were looking at me calmly, just like a pool of quiet lake, "What are you waiting for, return to work!" I handed the umbrella over and pulled me to fly. I suddenly wanted to cry. I don’t know if it was rain or tears falling from my face, but I didn’t feel so painful. "Are we reconciled?" I asked cautiously. "The rain is so big, you are still asking this silly question, run it!" I saw a rake in her mouth, so I laughed too. We walked in the rain, smiling on the mouth, and the footsteps were cheerful. Sound, very cold but very happy.

Back in the classroom, we played like no one, talking and laughing, I saw that her clothes were wet, but mys was only a little. I felt a touch of inexplicable feelings in my heart. The afternoon sun sprinkled through the cracks of the trees and mottled the ground. I looked at her in the sunshine, she was so small, black, thin and short, she could be so beautiful!

Thanks to a girl who taught me in a gloomy rainy day in a certain month of the year:

There is a beauty called - friendship! !

First day: Hao Ziqi