In a simple time, you can't help but keep your smile in memory like a photo—— notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article
Time goes by so fast that we young birds all know how time flies. We miss the past and like to think of you in the silent night.
When I first saw you, I didn't think you would be such a good friend. We just touched the clear pool and groped for friendship like fools. In this strange land, we have nothing
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Even I am lucky to meet you three. Just on the way back from school, you and I will hold hands, form a line of small beans, and walk home in the sunset. In the alternate cycle of morning and evening, a little acquaintance is like a river taking shape for slowly flowing into the sea. The plane trees in front of the school grew taller, and their crowns became more dense and green. They became green in a time of companionship and petty strife. The baptism of time allows us to reflect your clear appearance gradually in the pool of friendship, the group of Banglila Bangjie Sect, and we are a group that pulls up a lot no matter what we do. The time is warm and bright.
The newly planted osmanthus trees are fragrant, and we become anxious about the ups and downs of our friendship. I learned the plot of the storybook and quarreled with my friends, but I didn't learn how to make up. When it was cold, it was ten days and a half months, and I regretted it. The rare friendship is strong enough to withstand our childish destruction and become a river with a long history, which gathers our efforts for several years. At that time, we really could toss and turn. These days, a little bitter with acid, very significant, your importance has also been embedded in every inch of blood.
In the last midsummer of the four of us, almost all stored some beautiful parting poems: in the last summer, we were going to say goodbye, and I really wanted to know what you would remember about me. I was not in the mood to go to the seaside, and I just wanted to hide in my room quietly and turn over photos. Coincidentally use the most beautiful words in the student record, write down the poems that were laughed at by us. Time is unbelievable. Four people stumble from an unstable quadrilateral to become indestructible. It's really beautiful.
In the six years of primary school, those good times because of your presence, although I can call them the past years, are also the most cordial nostalgia. What you look like together with the good times, I don't know why, in my mind, it's all your smile under the sunshine that time can't wipe off the gloss.