a storm

My good friend is Jianxiang. Let's play games together and do homework together. We are neighbors and classmates. We are inseparable. He is my best friend until one day...

During the break, I was working as a librarian and Jianxiang also read the book. Suddenly, Jian Xiang stepped on a book without mercy. Because it had just rained, the book was wet and dirty. Jianxiang was so overwhelmed that he looked around and thought that no one noticed that he would quietly put the book back on the bookshelf.

Who knows, his every move is reflected in my eyes. At that time, I was hesitant. I shouldn’t report to the teacher. If I said, the teacher would punish him. Jianxiang would hate me and break with me. If not, he would not change himself. Wrong again. In the end, my reason overcomes my worries, and I will not hesitate to tell the teacher about the ins and outs of things.

The teacher was so angry that he had seven holes of smoke, and he took Jianxiang’s blood to his head. Jianxiang, who was beaten up, was so shy that he couldn’t help but have a hole in it. He promised that the teacher would not repeat the mistakes and thanked my care. I finally put down the big stone in my heart, and a storm ended like this.

Fourth grade: quan2003