Looking back and opening the floodgate of memory, it is difficult to capture the beautiful image looming in my mind. ...

Time has left us many wonderful memories. Looking through the past occasionally, I always have a lot of ideas, and I will keep them in my heart-she spent a short time with me, but she left me an indelible memory-Zhou Xian, a quiet girl with excellent grades. She is very popular. Many students in the class like to play with her, but happy days are always short-lived.

She is like a big sister in our mind. During a break, in the chase, I accidentally fell down, my knees were stained with blood, and a "blood flower" opened on my pants. Suddenly, my tears gushed out like a fountain. She rushed over, said nothing, picked me up and ran to the infirmary. The teacher disinfected me and put a band-aid on my knee. After I finished, I looked up at Zhou Xian, tears swirling in her eyes. She helped me up and said, "It's all my fault, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry …" Tears slowly flowed down. I smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt, really look." I resisted the pain and jumped twice, but I was not as "strong" as I thought. I suddenly limped, and she came forward to help me in a panic. I smiled and said, "I look old. I can't even jump twice. Hey! " I also shook my head and touched my "beard" symbolizing age! After listening to my words, she smiled through tears and laughed with me.

Time has left us not only beauty, but also many regrets. But why do happy times always pass in my life? ...

I thought Zhou Xian and I would stay like this until graduation. There is one thing that makes me uneasy for a long time in the second semester of Senior Two-Zhou Xian is going to transfer! This undoubtedly gave me a heavy blow, like a bolt from the blue! I really can't bear to recall those tears and laughter.

After class, Zhou Xian didn't mention it again and still smiled, but I knew it was the last day with her. I smiled and said to her, "Zhou Xian, you are behind my back." She agreed, held me under the national flag and sat on the steps. I chatted with her about the past. We were all in tears. Finally, we hugged each other and told each other what we were sad about.

what can I do? what can I do? I just held her quietly. The bell broke my peace with her and my inner peace. The sky outside is particularly gloomy ... parting took her away, but not our friendship. Parting took away the joy, leaving me only sadness. ...

Memory is a pure clean stream, a pure feeling and a sunny smiling face. Memories full of dreams and regrets make me no longer silent, brave to challenge and pursue.

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