Everyone has a sun. In my mind, sunshine is friendship.

I remember it was a hot afternoon and everyone was on their way to the playground. I am also very excited, because physical education class is the only class we can relax. Downstairs, I heard a student's voice not far away: "Oh, I'm tired after running for a while. I think I can have a rest. " Hearing this, I would like to ask: "Really run 1000 meters?" The man said, "Ah!" It was just a sudden bad news, which completely broke the happy atmosphere. There seems to be no way, so we have to bite the bullet. I'm on the runway.

With the whistle, we had a runway, and I didn't fall behind, especially my friend, who suddenly rushed to the front. Just after running for more than one and a half laps, the team split up, either in front of you or in the middle, and then generally failed to run well in the end. It's not difficult for people who don't contact often, but it's harder to manage than me. In this way, the first lap is over.

Next, in the fierce competition, there are almost no teams all over the runway, and the distance between everyone. I think that kind of long-distance running is very painful and breathless. At this time, my friends waved to me and cheered for me. Our company insisted on finishing the second lap. On the third lap, several people gave up and hid in the shade. I see some people want to give up. At this time, my friend said to me through me, "Don't give up, or you will just run away in vain." Hearing his words, I seem to be full of strength. With my strength, I finished the third lap.

On the fourth lap, I had a gait disorder and lost the rhythm of breathing. At this time, my friend crossed my leg and came to take me for a run. He didn't speak, just his hand. My hand was nailed. I believe he doesn't feel well, but he is definitely better than me. He grabbed the force and pulled 800 meters.

On the last lap, if I can't run, I don't think there is a future. He ran 1000 meter. I don't think people can recover. My "psychological defense" finally collapsed and I want to stop. Just stopped, a kind of power reappeared behind me, and the original hands were behind me. This is what I intend to give up because he tried to help me. What if I failed his expectations? Give up the fight, and then this belief, I reached the last half lap, I tried again in front of him, but I didn't run until the end, which seemed to be the first. I didn't stop, continued to rely on that force to rush forward and unconsciously ran to the finish line.

The next few classes are long-distance running. Whenever I want to give up, what will I think of? He told me that sometimes friendship is like the heart of the sun. If you get deeper and deeper, it will show you the way.