"Wind and rain turn into flowers, and time can't catch up with the white horse. Are you still holding your dream in your young palm? " Singing in your ear, memories of the beautiful never erased, affectionate not fade away. As long as friendship exists, everything will bloom in spring. Your beauty lights up my heart!
I still remember, when we first met, in the bustling crowd, I don't know if it was God's will or not, I happened to meet you. We strangers chat with each other. I didn't know you and I were classmates until I got to the classroom. I'm surprised and happy. Since then, our friendship has blossomed, and you have become my new deskmate.
The deskmate is a lovely girl, and a word can be described as "Meng". She has a crisp short hair, black and bright with a little beautiful natural curly hair; Below the eyebrows are a pair of big watery eyes, much like two black agates. She is a kind, lively and cheerful girl.
On a cloudy afternoon, the sky was still mixed with a trace of thunder, as if to tear people apart, and it was raining cats and dogs on the way. We forgot everything outside the window and were still fighting in the classroom. The "bandits" in the class are playing tricks on me again, taking my schoolbag, pencil case and textbook ... They seem to be harmless and just joking, just to have some fun in the boring learning atmosphere. But their happiness is based on my pain, and I am very sad. I am extremely depressed. After all, I think they really went too far. A little spark was brewing invisibly, and I finally roared like an angry lion. After school, I quickly walked out of the classroom, ran to the playground and rushed out of the school gate. ......
Unconsciously, I ran to a osmanthus forest. Suddenly a warm and familiar hand caught me, and I turned around and saw her. Yes, she is my deskmate. She said to herself, "I'm sorry I couldn't help you when they bullied you." I'm really sorry ... "She's just a weak girl. I know she wants to help me. I know she has the heart but no ability, so I don't blame her for anything. I told her that I was fine and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I can be strong ..." At some point, my tears finally broke free from my eyes and flowed out uncontrollably. I hugged her tightly and cried loudly. She knows I'm sad, and even if I hold her tightly, she won't let me go. She is not good at words, and she accompanies me silently. The osmanthus forest has just been baptized by heavy rain, and a faint osmanthus fragrance comes to the nose. My mood is like the baptism of heavy rain, clean and with a touch of freshness.
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In today's increasingly commercialized interpersonal relationship, people's spirit seems to be numb, friendship seems to be a child's play, and the heart seems to be far away. Pure friendship is gone forever, and it is even harder to find a bosom friend. Friendship needs the management and care of both sides.
"The wind brightened the snowflakes and dyed our hair white. Do you remember when we said we would go to the world together? " That song still accompanies me with friendship. Her pure friendship in MengMeng lit up my lonely heart.