Open the photo album, and the beauty of childhood will be vividly displayed in front of you. Seeing her picture, I can't help thinking about her. Being her friend for life is my greatest happiness. How I wish that when I was doing my homework seriously, suddenly a pair of hands came out from behind to cover my eyes, and then I heard a giggle. Let me guess who she is. However, she will never come out from behind me again, my friend, I have lost you in my life! It was a sunny day. I made an appointment with her to go to the library, meet her on Central Street, and then go by bus together. When I came to the central street, she had already arrived, and the goose yellow skirt danced into a touching face in the wind. We smiled at each other on both sides of the road and saw that there was no car on the road. I ran to her with confidence.
Just as I ran to the middle of the road, an accident happened, and a red car galloped from the corner. I was stunned at that time, and suddenly I felt that my body was pushed, I stumbled forward a few steps and fell to the ground. When I heard a creak, I turned my head and saw that her goose yellow skirt was floating in a pool of blood. My mouth was open and I didn't know what to say. I want to shout, but I can't. I just feel very dizzy and my eyes are black. What happened next? I don't know. I only remember that I was taken to the hospital by my mother, and there was a white wall and a white bed in front of me. White sheets covered her from head to toe, and a pair of pale little hands were exposed in the corner, once blindfolded!
Seeing her photos, I often fantasize that if that day, we never met; If I had arrived a few minutes earlier that day; If the driver has never had a drink, if he follows the rules, walk slowly at the corner. However, is there really a if? I know her appearance clearly. If there is heaven, I want to say, "Friend, are you okay in a foreign land?" Since then, I have never crossed the road again! From then on, dad stopped driving and drinking!