Swallow, light snow, Crystal, Yue Yue, Crystal, Chen Chen, Yang Yang ... Until today, I realized that it was not that you were happy to meet me, but that God had pity on me. He gave you to me, otherwise, I would be lonely. My life is wonderful because of you. Forgive me, I may have done something wrong before, but I really regret it now. Forgive me.

Swallow, maybe we don't have a vigorous friendship like fire, because you are so quiet, just like a quiet lake. However, in our little warm memory, you are always teased by me, because I was born like this, naive, lively and enthusiastic. No matter what happens, I will make fun of you, but you just laugh it off and pretend to punch and kick at most. You give people the impression that you are so perfect, as if you were a carved jade, so flawless, so you once gave people the impression that your votes were higher than the first place in your grade. So, to be honest, I envy you. I have been jealous of you since I was with you. I can hardly compare with you. The only thing that makes me happy is my grades. My grades are always better than yours. You often envy me, which also makes me no longer feel inferior when I am around you. Although the academic performance is ok, I don't do well in the exam at the end of each year. Although my grades are in the top few, the votes are always poor. I remember we met in the fifth grade next semester. Why can't I meet you earlier? Although there are only two short semesters, it is enough. The other day, you proudly told me that if you did well in the final exam, your parents would give you a reward of 2000 yuan. Speaking of which, I feel very sad, because even if I do well in the exam, it's only 50 yuan at most, which is already a luxury for me. I feel the gap between you and me more and more. I remember, you told me that you were older than me, so you wanted to be my sister, but in fact, I always called you sister for a while and sister for a while. Let everyone be puzzled. Really, actually, I should be your sister, because I am more mature than you, and I will comfort you when you are sad. You always ask me what this is, what this is, and ask me innocently like a child. We are both coquetry, always together, inseparable, maybe I am selfish, I am afraid of losing you, and I envy you being with others. This is me. I am actually very stingy. Sometimes I pretend not to hear you when you call, but when I call to ask about your homework, you take the trouble to tell me. It's very kind of you ... Swallow, so I can only call you Swallow from now on, okay?

Xiaoxue, to be honest, you are really selfish. Forgive me for speaking ill of you behind your back.

Jinger, you are so cute. This is the best word to describe you. You are clever as ice and snow, and there is no room for any vacation in your heart. I still remember when I went to your house, your mother was very enthusiastic about me, taking melon seeds and carrying fruit juice, which was even better than my mother. You really look like an angel.

The more you go, the more appropriate it is for me to call you "Ququ". You have brought me a lot of happiness and pain. We have known each other for a long time. In fact, I have long known what kind of person you are, but you have never been so angry with me. It was an afternoon that I will never forgive you. Just because I sit at the table behind you, you will come to the classroom and stare at me with a pair of vicious eyes. I can't stand your eyes. I asked you, "What happened to me?" You said to me in a tone of hatred, "What's the matter with you? You still pretend! " I suddenly flew into a rage and impulsively came to argue with you after class. "Didn't you move the table forward so that I couldn't sit down?" I'm even angrier. "Which eye did you see me move?" So the quarrel began. In normal times, I would definitely not quarrel over such a trivial matter, but it was not others who quarreled with me, but you, the girl who brought me a lot of joy and was warmly invited to my home. At the beginning of class, Swallow and I walked into the classroom. I want to avoid your seat, but I don't think it's my fault. Why should I be afraid of you? I walked in with a hint of indifference. When I walked beside you, I heard your arrogant voice again: "Li Kunrong, I warn you not to touch my seat in the future." I don't want to talk to her. She provoked me first? I said, "You have no right to warn me." She said, "I'm just warning you. Did you touch, walk, walk?" Her voice of disgust is like driving a dog away. I was about to say it when you said impatiently, "Go, go, go!" "I didn't speak again.