My little friend

I have a lot of friends, but she is so close to her, she is still only her.

When she saw her for the first time, she was in the fourth grade: she had a black hair that was brightly combed into a ponytail behind her head; a pair of black crystal eyes flickered; a neat school uniform Make her look very elegant. The teacher in charge of the class told us that she was called Yimeng.

Yi Meng is very good, just like treating my sister, she knows everything about me.

That was the night before my birthday, I was very sad to think: It is estimated that no one will say "Happy Birthday" to me tomorrow, no one will give me a small gift. Thinking, I sighed.

The next day, the days of our labor show. I hurriedly sat down in the eyes of the leader, and then took things out and sat down. "It's worse for you." The team leader whispered, "Do you bring something?" I untied the plastic bag. He was relieved, turned around and checked the others. I can't help but sigh, thinking: Sure enough, no one remembers.

Just then, a group of students next to me handed me a bag and told me that it was given to me by Yi Meng. I turned my doubts into the dream. She was always looking at my eyes, talking about something in her mouth, but the distance was too far to hear. I thought she was the owner who wanted me to help her find a bag. When she just wanted to ask someone, she saw that she was arbitrarily arranging. I pointed to the bag and pointed to myself, meaning: "Is it for me?" She nodded with confidence. I suddenly felt like a smile to her, but my heart did not understand at all: what is the dream of Iraq?

When the bell rang, Yi Meng ran over and didn't wait for me to speak. He said to me, "Happy birthday!" I was a little surprised and squatted there. "I can guarantee that the gift I gave you today is the most precious! After all, it is the last year of the country! The precious point is normal. It is definitely a surprise! I found several places to find it! Yes, there is a greeting card inside, have you seen it? It’s all what I want to say to you...” Yi Meng is still talking, and my heart feels as her language grows: Friends are so important! I suddenly stood up, excitedly holding my dream and jumping and jumping, my heart is sweet like candy. I opened the bag, which contained a "pocket fan" that I dreamed of, a greeting card, a Pokemon desk calendar and a small book. My heart is full of sweetness again...

That day, I felt an unprecedented happiness! Throughout the day, I smiled brilliantly, and the bright sunshine stopped on my equally bright smile. It seemed to feel the happiness of my heart.

Yi Meng, you are my dearest partner! You made me feel the partner, it is so important!