The moon that goes

"The moon tonight is so beautiful, can there be such a round of tomorrow in the night?" She lay in bed, looking up at the blue, dark night sky, talking to herself.

Looking at the moon, like a mirror, the moon suddenly felt lonely and desolate in her heart. Why, she couldn’t say it, she just wanted to cry, her nose was sour. The teardrops couldn’t be hung, “Let’s squat down” and tears wet the pillow. She stood up and wiped her tears silently. Yes, no one would care about her tears flowing down.

She sat at the table, picked up the pen, and opened the old diary, saying: "June 1, Saturday, sunny. The night of the night makes me cry, it is as bright as a mirror, from this mirror I saw a long time friend, I really want them... In the past six years, they will always spend with me, but this year? Where are they going? My June 1st seems to be no longer happy. Why, Will it be precious if I lose it?"

After writing the diary, her tears dripped down again, landed on the diary, and stained the paper. This night, she is so lonely, but those friends have been away from her, only she is alone, still here, still doing unnecessary struggle here...

When it was dawn, she opened her eyes and looked up at the clock. At seven o'clock, it is time to go to school. She brushed her teeth and washed her face. She quickly cooked everything and carried her schoolbag to school. She is no longer in the same fire as before, but she is missing something.

When she came to school, she put down her schoolbag and stood in the team. The teacher said seriously: "Six one has passed, you should learn well, and you can quickly test the country." She looked up and saw the silver wire in the teacher's hair; she looked at her right side again, without herself. The buddies. "I know what I am missing." She whispered to herself. She lacks a good childhood, and she lacks a buddy who fights with herself.

Yesterday, on the lawn, the party of June 1 was over, and she went to the party to play. I finally found the buddy. I saw the buddy sitting on the floor and crying. I saw her coming and said, "I'm sorry, I think I didn't have the courage to say goodbye to you. I am afraid I will cry... I can't bear you, I can't bear this. I have to leave, except for this road, I have no choice. I want to go to the country with windmills and cows, but I don’t know if I am happy without you?” She was dull, tears in her eyes. Spin: "Is there no room for choice? I really don't want you to go. There have been many times. I insisted with you and walked through the difficulties together... I can't leave you alone." The buddies cried very loudly: " Sorry, I only have to leave." After that, the buddy went away, leaving her alone in a daze.

She couldn't forget, and her friend went away from her. She was disappointed after the disappointment.

In a blink of an eye, she has already passed the middle school, and she has taken a good school. For the buddies, she has forgotten. It’s time off now.

This night, she sat by the window watching the stars, but the cell phone on the side rang and came to the newsletter. She pressed the phone and a newsletter came into view: "You, okay? I miss you." Her heart trembled and replied: "Are you my buddy? I have forgotten you, but I still I miss you. Sometimes I feel that this is very contradictory. If I forget it, I will miss you again?" After a while, the phone rang again: "Do you know, when I decided to leave you, I cried and cried from the bottom of my heart. Sometimes, I will think, why didn't you cherish this friendship? If you leave, you will miss it."

She cried and moved.

Maybe friendship is like a glass of wine, and you can taste it after you taste it slowly. Tears, flow down.

Later, she never had the message of the buddy. She was a little disappointed, but she couldn't forget the touch of the night.

This night, she came to see the moon again.

She has the illusion that the moon has long gone, and it has not existed yet, but its afterglow still shines in her heart, so the moon that has gone is only waiting for friendship to wait, memories are forgotten...

The moon, so I went...

Fourth grade: Li Nuo