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Listen, listen, I can't help but burst into tears, I don't know why. Zhao Jingyi's song "Next to my left hand is your right hand" attracted me deeply and became a single cycle for me at night. I don't know whether it was touched by its soft music or by the deep friendship in the music. The first time I heard this song was in a youth movie in the class quality class. It was the friendship of three girls. In order to realize their dreams, they had joys, sorrows, cries and smiles. Singing the same song hand in hand, next to my left hand is your right hand. Looking at their happy friendship and deep affection, my thoughts began to linger in my brow, like smoke from a kitchen stove.
I always like to watch the clouds in the clear Yuan Ye, like its elegant agility and light wind. Looking at the clouds on a clear day can forget all the troubles and remove many unbearable burdens in life; I always like the stars in the night sky, like its romance, and like its cute blinking. In the night without sunlight, I still have that expectation to guide pedestrians forward. I have always liked to sit still alone, and I often listen to the song in a daze and feel at a loss, quietly thinking about friendship, this warm song.
No matter where we go to school, we will hear this song now, as if it is filled with our memories, like a floating clear wave with ripples, fresh and smart, and scenes of past dreams leave pieces of light and broken shadows in front of our eyes, and the beating of our hearts hurts. Suddenly, I feel the preciousness of friendship, and the waves splashed by time always like to slap smiling faces. In a blink of an eye, we are about to face it.
I still remember the class reunion after we graduated from the college entrance examination. At the moment of parting, we hugged each other and cried, just silently giving each other a shoulder to lean on. I still remember a poem I wrote to you at that time: "If a glass of wine can make us look back again/will it be less painful to leave/will we still be able to swim hand in hand/enjoy the book together as before/if a poem can express my feelings/why do we stay attached for a long time/can't say a word when we leave/just a shoulder hug is enough to make each other tremble/hold each other's hands tightly/ Tears keep falling in each other's eyes/please tell me that it's not for this separation/but for our firm waiting at heart/please tell me that it's the best return to welcome you/twenty years later, my friend/a short parting is the beginning of our career/today's parting is the intersection of tomorrow's gathering/don't forget the circle we drew together/we met in twenty years later/friends, Please allow me to propose another toast to you deeply/I hope you won't stay on the road in the future/frustration is only a short moment/Don't forget that there are classmates who have always supported you/friends who have walked hand in hand. "After reading this, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I feel that the whole sky seems to be filled with smoke, and my choked throat is smoked and I can't breathe. I didn't think of that moment, and I felt like dream a dream. Just like clashing a string at your fingertips, you will end up disconsolate.
We used to cry and laugh together, and sometimes we would skip class behind our teachers' backs. We eat together, go to class together, and sometimes discuss girls' clothes together; We sang songs together, traveled together and walked through the winding Jia Luhe together. We grew up together in this quiet spiritual land, burning our childhood, holding hands and eulogizing our youth together.
Friend, if you are the wind, I would like to be a grain of sand and pile up into a plain with your call. If you are a sea, I would like to be a small river, which will converge into your breadth with the running of my life; If you are a grassland, I would like to be a flower, which is unique to each other in the vast Yuan Ye. If,,, hehe, there is no if. Beautiful dreams, like beautiful poems, are both attainable and unattainable. Sometimes I really like that dream, knowing that you have traveled thousands of miles for me, but I feel that the grass is delicious, as if you and I just met for the first time!
Youth is a passing wind. When the wind blows, no one has ever lost his eyes in tears. In the passage of time, the simplicity of the past has experienced accumulated years, but the friendship is long. People come and go, and we meet different people at all stages of growth, from strangers to acquaintances, and then to separation again and again. Friends, in these days before graduation, let's cherish every friend around us now. After a few years, we will miss each other the little things we walked hand in hand at that time. At that time, next to my left hand was your right hand.