Remember the days when we walked through primary school and junior high school together? At that time, there were countless nights, on the deep path and under the dim street lamp, we looked up at the starry sky and counted the stars in the summer night; You are my confidant, I am Yu Boya, and you are Zhong Ziqi; I am your study assistant. Do you remember the scene when the long river of history flooded into your mind? After studying, even in the tense senior three, we talked about things together. If there is wine, we must "forget the machine when I am drunk and my friend is happier than Tao Ran". You often tell some horror stories, which make me have nightmares at night. You are my friend, I know you are strong in dealing with people, but you are not persistent in your study, leaving books idle and crows flying around the paper. I once naively thought, if only we could all get into the most important high school in the market!
Remember the moment of parting? You want to study in a different place, and I want to study in the county. One is "after three months of war, a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold", and the other is "white hair and three thousands of feet, and sorrow is like a beard". This interval is three years. For three years, I can only hear your voice and meet you in my dreams. But every time I think of your kind face and sincere words, it's like lying on the lawn looking at the deep sky on a summer night, standing on the mountain looking at the rushing water, like stepping on a fine horse galloping on the endless prairie, like growing wings and wanting to fly to those nine nights. A thousand miles' journey, thousands of waters in Qian Shan, can't stop our friendship; The crossing of time and space, lightning and electric shock can't wear away the friendship boat we have forged in recent years. Every time I feel depressed, I will think of you, because you will give me courage to overcome difficulties, and you will always call to comfort me. I remember that time, when I was most frustrated, I picked up the phone and confided to you in the distance. I cried that time and really didn't know what to do. You listened to me quietly, then smiled at me and said, "We are all boys, didn't we say that men don't flick when they have tears?" Why are you crying? Aren't you ashamed? Look how happy I am! "Your words are like a ray of sunshine in the ice and snow, melting the Millennium iceberg, making me glow with magical power and winning the road sign of success; Your words are like a timely rain that moistens the hay after a long drought; Your words are like a clear stream, with the beauty and gurgling of spring falling into my heart; Your words cut off the devil in my heart like a radiant sword. Thousands of miles away, you, the words lingering in my ear, accompanied me through the stormy high school career.
Although we have alienated and even clashed, just as the sun is occasionally covered by dark clouds, the Yellow River is occasionally cut off, floods occasionally inundate farmland, and tsunamis occasionally engulf villages. All this is only temporary. Your friendship with me is not an instant rainbow, but an indestructible stone bridge. Winter is not a glacier, but spring is running water. I remember a philosopher said, "Friendship that has not been beaten by wind and rain and tempered by hardships is not true friendship. Friendship that has undergone many tests will glow with charming brilliance. " It was the twists and turns of our friendship, which finally created the mountain of friendship. You and I have both experienced and verified this sentence.
You are the wind, I am the grass, it blows me green, making me "wildfire will not completely burn them, they will grow taller again in the spring breeze"; You are a fish and I am a bird. The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly.
Friendship should only exist in the world, how many times can it be heard in the sky?