I remember one Saturday afternoon, I finished my homework and went to the central garden of the community with my neighbor's friends. We were having a good time when suddenly, I accidentally fell into the thorny flowers. The flowers among the flowers were crooked, and my feet were cut by thorns, and I was bleeding profusely.

At this time, my good partner saw it, and immediately helped me up, helped the crooked flower up, and took me to her home to wipe the blood with cotton. Take the tape from the medicine cabinet and wrap it for me. I am grateful. I don't know what to say to her, except that she will always be my good partner.