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Roses

Guozi Liuban, the sixth class of Zhaoren Center, Changwu County, Shaanxi Province

If I say that I am the only thing worthy of nostalgia in this world, then it is only it. --Inscription

I was kneeling in front of the window, looking at the pink rose in front of me, looking at its pink petals, I would remember the unforgettable smile on her face.

For my obsession with music again and again, my parents finally got a heavy head in a hot afternoon, so I studied violin every year in the southwest of this small county. I didn’t feel sad at all, I lost my nap time, the violin pair I am so attractive, I like music since I was young, so I don't want to have more time to learn music 24 hours a day. So, I carried a violin between my home and my teacher's home this summer.

When it was hot and carrying a big box to the streets, she came into my eyes. She seemed to be leaning at any time, and she still had a few English review materials in her hand. Suddenly she fell, but she did not see it. I quickly helped her and took her to the nearest clinic. After a while she woke up and understood everything. She smiled and said, "Thank you." In a word, even the name has never been said. I didn't say anything, and a thousand smiles expressed a thousand words. After rushing to the doctor, I hurried on the road, but she kept following me until I entered the teacher's door and saw her go to the next-door tutoring class. It turned out that she was here to tutor, time is up, I rushed to pack things home, today's series of incidents coupled with fatigued piano and hot weather, I only have one breath to support home.

I pushed the door open and she did the same thing across the street. She smiled and said, "We met again." I sighed and asked her in a helpless posture: "How are you here?" She laughed. Laughing said: "I am here to tutor, from X City, living in the Dagu family for the summer vacation." No wonder I found her fluent Mandarin, not the person who came over the small county town where I could come. We talked all the way, and finally we stopped at our doorsteps and found out that we were in a community, and the adjacent one was just a courtyard.

We gradually got used to it and talked about it. I found that there is an intangible tacit understanding among us. Maybe we can be a confidant like the Bozi period, but we never dare to tell our parents, maybe they are bored by them. Early love.

In one afternoon, she asked me to come out. We walked on the noisy streets. She and I were free and happy during this summer vacation. Suddenly she stood in front of me for a long time. She said, "I will go tomorrow. There is something at home, maybe, maybe I won’t come back again, but maybe I can.” “Well, I promised to say this in my heart. "Okay, isn't there still today? Don't be downcast, isn't there still today?" After I took the step, I set foot on the street, a flower seller blocked our way, she was on the whim, she wanted to buy flowers, her eyes It fell on a pink rose, the flower was crumbling in the wind, but it stood strong in the wind, it, no, it was. Because it is two flowers that are close together, like a friend who relies on each other, confidant, she carefully picked a flower pot, transplanted it in, handed it to me, and smiled and said: "Give you, hope me. When you are not there, you can be happy and smile for everyone on the street. I took the flowers and learned that she had a shallow smile on her face. From that day on, I tried to smile at everyone on the street.

The next day, she left, I silently said goodbye to the window, watching her leave my eyes and leave this small county. But since sad, there will not be too much regret. I stood in the wind, often remembered her, only to find out that I still don't know her name, just call her a certain, well, XX, I will smile at everyone, but without your bright, almost no People return my same smile, but believe me, I will stick to it. I look at the pink rose on the pot and have a smile on my face.

Sixth grade of Xiaoren, Zhaoren Center, Changwu County, Xianyang, Shaanxi: Juzihan

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