Looking for friends through the snow
I walked on the forest path, and my heart was extremely melancholy. Looking back on the past, how close we were, we were together every day, talking and laughing, and we were very happy. The sun is new every day, like birds enjoying our happiness in the tree. But because of a little thing, I didn't go to the appointment. She waited for two hours and our friendship broke up. It seems that winter is coming, and the cold snow floats into my heart and freezes my soul. We no longer talk to each other. Oh, my God! Is this how we spent our middle school days? Will I never find this bosom friend again? What bad luck
I think I stepped on Chun Xue. In the vast white, snowflakes are fluttering, but I am looking for a little red in winter.
Soak in the spring rain again
The long winter vacation has passed. Throughout the holiday, I missed her very much, and her smiling face appeared in my mind from time to time. It turns out that her voice and smile have been clearly printed on the negative of my emotional memory, and her past every move has been filtered in my mind over and over again. Ah, school is finally starting! I wonder what attitude she will have towards me. What will it be like to meet her for the first time? It turns out that time is a good thing and washes away all our unhappiness. After the beginning of school, our relationship has improved invisibly, and I feel extremely gratified. I believe that the hard ice left between us in winter has been melted by the spring breeze.
It was a class spring outing, and it kept raining. We walked on the mountain in the spring rain and whispered to each other. Although we didn't talk much, we laughed at each other.
Send an umbrella in the rain
Summer has arrived. One day, she was punished by the teacher for poor class hygiene. I'm sure she must be very wronged. To comfort her, I volunteered to be punished with her. She seems to have read my mind and is very grateful to me. At this time, my heart is surging, like a rushing river. After the duty, it was raining cats and dogs on our way home. I didn't bring my umbrella. She raised her flower umbrella over my head. We played an umbrella in the rain. Happy raindrops hit the umbrella with a bang. We laughed. Summer rain is warm, burning my heart like fire and giving me warmth.
The rain of friendship is dripping freely, washing away countless troubles in my heart, leaving behind the warmth in coolness and the rainbow of life.
Ah, friendship lasts forever.