A wise man once said, "Life is just a drop of dew on the lotus leaf." Then, my friend, we are colorful dewdrops shining on the lotus leaf. Bit by bit, our lives are intertwined, and we share sunshine and wind and rain together.

We are used to calling ourselves "groups". It seems that with this word, it is self-contained. Indeed, we are more United. I think, when others see us waiting for each other, who will think "they are not good friends"? "Group" is a kind of ceremony, which is to distinguish one person, one day from others and other days. We are special to each other.

We share happiness together. Looks like we can show our true colors in front of each other. You look like a good boy. You will take my bike and shout "Drive!" And I will satirize your slightly plump figure with "you look thinner" day after day, and waiting for the other person has become a habit. The way home was full of laughter. Giving gifts to each other became spiritual comfort. We deepened our understanding of friendship and learned to share happiness.

We share the sorrow together. It seems that if you say it, your sadness will be halved. When the pressure of study comes, you are crushed. You are not valued by the teacher because of your poor grades. You cried. I felt very sad when you shouted "Don't do anything halfway". I can't help but comfort you when you are put into an ordinary class with a sad face. You pretend to be relaxed and keep saying "nothing". Our friendship has been sublimated. We share the sorrow together.

Some people say: "Youth is a book that is too hasty." If so, I won't feel sorry. Because in this book, there are you and me. Although our book is hasty, it is substantial. In exchange, it's not just joy and sadness. Exchange, but also a sincere heart. Our youth, because of mutual trust, blooms the most beautiful brilliance.

Because of you, the silent night is no longer lonely; Because of you, the torrential rain is no longer cold; Because of you, the plain life is no longer single ... because of you, because of friends.

My friend, the future is still very slim, and we have finally reached the moment of positioning. However, my friend, even if the road is muddy and full of thorns, don't lose confidence in life. Because of me, because of my friend. Because we will share happiness and sadness together. Then, please go forward, flowers will bloom for you along the way!

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Larks sing tactfully, sparrows flap their wings and birds fly in the same blue sky; The grass is green, the trees are shady, and the vegetation breathes on the same land; Pedestrians are in a hurry, tourists are carefree, and people live in the same land. Sharing-a magical word, has given us endless wealth and harvest.

Share the sunshine

In the huge library, it is as quiet as water, and I can only vaguely hear the sound of turning pages. I'm looking for a window seat with a lot of books. I like the window seat here, not only because there are my favorite orchids outside the window, but also because I like the warm feeling of the sun shining on me through the glass window.

However, I came late this time, and the window seat has been taken. So I have to choose the second row seat closest to the window. I sat down and opened the book. I just wanted to finish reading it, only to find that the pages were dark and there was no sunshine. I couldn't help frowning and glanced at the boy sitting next to me by the window. I found him looking at me, too. Maybe he frowned when he saw me. He understood what I meant, moved slightly, and the sun brushed him and projected on my book. I was so happy that I nodded to thank him and he nodded back.

How simple and happy it is to share the sunshine with others as long as you move.

Share innocence

At the elevator entrance, an old woman is waiting with her grandson who just turned 18 years old, and I am waiting. The child is very cute, with a round head and all the hair on it has been pulled out. I only leave a small bunch on my forehead. What I like best is the big round eyes of children. His eyes are black, but clear. But now those watery eyes are full of tears, and those two thick and thick eyebrows are intertwined at this time. I couldn't bear to look at him, so I rolled my tongue back and made a "click" to get his attention. He turned to look at me, so I made a face to make him laugh. You know how funny that is. When he laughed, silver peas fell out of his eyes. Here comes the elevator. Let's go in together. By this time, he had wiped the silver peas with his hand and began to laugh happily. The elevator arrived and the door opened. Say goodbye to his sister. When his grandmother told him this, he couldn't speak, so he took his little hand and spread it out. This means "goodbye" and I smiled.

It only takes a few grimaces to share innocence with children. What a wonderful and pure happiness it is.