"Hey, little boy, do you think we can still be good friends like this when we go to high school?"
"Of course, you are still my best friend!"
I just entered middle school, and I entered this campus with hopes and dreams. In the pure and simple life, I gradually found friendship, which is like a quietly burning torch, igniting my originally lonely life. This pure and clear friendship makes my life like a string of jumping notes, full of youthful vitality ... At that time, every day was a poem, with its fiery friendship and eager eyes full of hope, drifting all the way to the distance. ...
With the sunset in the west, you and I sat on the parallel bars of the playground, talking about our ideals, recalling the past and dreaming a unique dream at that time. Gradually, the rising moon gave off a faint green light, which dragged our shadow for a long time. ...
In a blink of an eye, I entered the second grade. This year, there was sweat, tears, passion and loss. This is such a wonderful life, everyone and I are integrated together bit by bit, tightly ... At that time, every day of life was a poem, full of happiness and tears, echoing sadness and passion, deeply buried in my heart, silently taking root. ...
"Ding-"the bell of the self-study class rang in haste, but everyone was unmoved and stared at the exercises on the table. "pa!" Sweat dripped down the cheeks on the table. Isn't this the flower of hope that we planted together? Facing the unknown fate, I don't know when you and I added a touch of perseverance and enthusiasm to our childish faces, nor when we added a touch of indifference. In this day of struggling for dreams in the ticking bell, every day is a poem, a future poem written by you and me with sweat as paper and diligent pens!
Every day in life is a poem. Some are filled with happiness, some are filled with sadness, some are dotted with smiles, and some are swaying with tears ... Come on, grab the wings of happiness, immerse yourself in the poetry of life and indulge in imagination.