She once said that our friendship is the blooming gardenia in the cardamom years, which is full of fragrance.
What's the smell of our friendship? My poor words can't be outlined.
On campus, simple and elegant chords are recited, and the winter with pink makeup and jade is anxiously waiting for the season when the grass grows and the warblers fly; In the classroom, the pen tip of the flying pen is full of literary sentences, and the petite girl bows her head and is immersed in ink. ...
Her name is Chen Xiaoyu, and she is my good friend. Younger than me 1 year. He has a lovely baby face, like a good student.
Many ordinary moments become beautiful and moving only because they are spent with light rain.
Xiaoyu has excellent grades and is a study Committee member in the class. I remember that day, Xiaoyu and I went to move math tutorials and went to the bookstore. Xiaoyu patiently watched the staff tie up the books. In order to save more money for the students, Xiaoyu patiently bargained with the cashier, and finally the result of the discussion was to buy counseling books at a 60% discount ordered by the group.
It has been nearly 40 minutes since I came out of the bookstore. The two of us back to school with more than 60 counseling books.
"Xiaoyu, you say, we have worked so hard to send books to the class. Talk to the teacher in the afternoon and ask her to invite us to dinner. " I joked. "That how line? Forget it. It is right to contribute to the class. I am a member of the study committee. Don't say that. " Sweat dripped from Xiaoyu's sideburns, and the cold temperature didn't cool Xiaoyu at all. Xiaoyu struggled to move the book, but refused to take a break halfway. I can't find a trace of complaint and dissatisfaction in her brow. Seeing small things is enough to see Xiaoyu's character.
Xiaoyu is very kind and willing to pay. The students asked her difficult questions, and she was happy to answer them. Moreover, Xiaoyu is easy-going and easy to get along with.
Although Xiaoyu and I have always been very good, we have never expressed our feelings for this friendship. When I exchanged diaries with Xiaoyu that day, I saw such a passage: Song is a sunny, cheerful and generous girl. In her body, I felt the warmth. Our friendship is the blooming gardenia in the cardamom years, which is full of fragrance. I will cherish it forever.
Moved, spread in my heart. It turns out that my little contribution has left such an important position in Xiaoyu's heart.
Some people say that friendship is like tea, with a light but long aftertaste. Some people say that friendship is like wine, strong but sweet and mellow.
What is my friendship with Xiaoyu?
A sip of boiled water is very thirst-quenching, like the taste of friendship between us.