That forgets the sad sugar

The spring breeze blew, the colorful flowers rushed to open, the birds sang on the branches, the willows danced with the wind, and the new year came quietly...

I couldn't help but evoke my deep memories when I saw all kinds of candy in the supermarket.

"Your painting is so beautiful! Look at Yang Xing's..." I was enchanted by the praises of others, and everyone also gave me the title of "Little Painter".

Yang Xing is a classmate who paints with me. Because everyone says that I paint well, she does not want to talk to us. But one thing makes me unbelievable.

On the weekend, Teacher Wang asked us to make a homemade painting. In the end, I competed with Yang Xing. I confidently took the picture on stage, but she slowly walked down the stage with a low head. I didn’t look at her, smiled, thinking: Compared with me, it’s true. Ask for it! I handed the painting to Teacher Wang at the same time. I saw the classmates shouting loudly: "'Little painter! Little painter!'" I don't want to mention how happy. Teacher Wang looked and looked at it. Compared with it, he finally said: "Today's winner is Yang Xing's "The Little Fish"!" Suddenly, the classroom was quiet as if he could drop a needle. I stumbled and walked out of the podium with anger and ran out of the classroom. I turned around and looked at it, watching Yang Xing and speeding up. I quietly hid under the big tree outside the classroom and cried: "Why? Yang Xing became the champion of the weekend? Why?" I kept crying. At this time, someone patted me on the shoulder and sat next to me. When I saw Yang Xing, I said to her, "Do you come to see me joke?" Yang Xing said with a smile: "Where is If you change, you have to be strong. Just like me, if you paint a little, you can get praise. It’s purely a cat that touches a dead mouse.” “A cat like you can only die. "The rat!" Yang Xing saw that I was mad, and replied: "Yes! Right! Right! I can only touch the dead mouse. - You are not angry?" I took her hand and said: "Mr. Wang If I said it, I have already thrown it into the clouds, and the gas has already disappeared. Next time we will earn the first!" She said with a blank expression: "The next time I can't have me." "Why?" Come! Eat sugar!” Yang Xing interrupted me. Handing me a candy with a big thumb, I couldn't help but tear the wrapping paper and put it in my mouth. I said, "What is this sugar? It's delicious!" She smiled and said: "Call, call, Calling forgotten sad sugar." "Ha, ha, ha..." A few days later, Teacher Wang said that Yang Xing left the painting class for family reasons. I suddenly groaned, my heart was very sad, although I was a little angry with him, but I can't forget her - a sweet smile.

That one forgets the sad sugar, sweet to sad...

Sixth grade: careful