The ocean of memory, unfathomable, recorded many things, they are like a small fish, fastidious Eagle, but with the passage of time, I have already faded them into oblivion, the only thing I remember, it is not the most beautiful and brightest one, but it is a unique way to shine, it is like a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding my The way forward, it seems like a boat in the ocean, in which I am trying to succeed on the other side, it taught me how to behave.
That day, the autumn high, cloudless, let a person feel comfortable, I got up early, put on my backpack, ran to school, today there are sports, I like to play sports, time passes quietly, but I feel very slow, easily to the fourth quarter, I was happy to run down, but not as I thought, ran several laps in a row, tired of me not enough air, but still! Not finished, finished running to rest for a while and then run, I have long been sweating, after school, I walked alone on the way home, the roadside wildflowers extraordinarily bright and colorful, but I did not look at a glance, the branches of the birds chirping crisp and pleasant, but at this time I was a kind of noise, because I was very tired and thirsty, although in the season of autumn, but I was sweating, my eyes stared at a place, and my heart has long been flown to the place, that is - the little girl. My eyes were fixed on one place, and my heart had already flown to that place, which was the kiosk. Looking at those who are drinking mineral water, how I envy them at this time ah! How I longed for a dollar ah, just when I was looking at the kiosk, suddenly, I saw hope, a little boy walking past, dropped a money, it is my hope, just when I was ready to run over three steps, but the conscience of the inner pestered me, in the end, whether to pick up the money to drink some pain and suffering, or to return it to him, I was indecisive, and ultimately, the physical need to overcome my spiritual firmness, I picked up the money, or to return it to him, I was not sure, finally, physical need to overcome me! Spiritual firmness, I picked up the money, bought water, drink a lot of pain, I did not tell my mother, the next day, to buy a book, I do not have change, so I had to bring a hundred dollars, walking carelessly, to the bookstore, I chose a good book, ready to pay, a touch of the pocket, oh no, the money is missing, eighty percent is dropped, finished, how to do this? I remember like ants on the hot pot, the bookstore owner cast a skeptical look, I was more anxious, just when a hundred thousand fire, a sentence broke my thinking: "This is your money, right?" I heard hurriedly turned back, see a hundred dollars in front of me, I immediately recognized that it was my money, I was about to say thank you, but a look, I was stunned, this is not the child yesterday? Why? Why was he so "stupid"? One hundred dollars was a lot of money for him, but why did he give it back? I didn't understand why he didn't just swallow it. I thought he could have done it. I couldn't help but think of what happened yesterday, and I felt so guilty, "I found this at the door. He said innocently again. I rushed back and said, "It's mine, thank you, little brother." He laughed happily, and then left, leaving only in the breeze contemplating me ......
This incident has been engraved in my heart, it let me learn to pick up the gold, it is a lesson for me, but more than any can be wonderful, are interesting, it is my life's navigational guide, I will not forget the scene when it laughed, and has been I will not forget the scene when it laughed, always stay in the depths of my memory
2. The most beautiful scene in my memory EssayIn the path of my life, I have passed through many, many a scene, and that scene, the scene that touched me the most, the scene that inspired me the most, and it is the most beautiful scene.
Our summer here, although not as hot as the tropics there, but also let people hot like ants on the hot pot, can not resist. At noon, the sun hangs high, emitting *** light, covering the earth in a hot.
I finished my homework, holding a fan, strolling in the shade of the trees along the street, the annoying cicadas on the trees desperately screaming, listening to people feel uncomfortable. I sat down in a patch of shade and enjoyed the gifts of nature.
In the shade of the opposite side of the tree, stood a disabled soldier, he crutches, looks like legs seem to be injured, perhaps in the protection of the country in the war wounded, see here, I can not help but produce a kind of admiration for him. He has a pair of big eyes, a not too small mouth, wearing a neat uniform, a military temperament from his body burst out.
At this time, from the distance came two young people, a man and a woman, both wearing fashionable shirts, shorts, they walk, while eating popsicles. After eating the popsicle, they casually threw the bag on the ground.
This little tiny detail did not escape his eyes. He was walking with difficulty on his crutches.
His behavior, touched my heart, but at the same time, there are two thoughts: is it to help him? Or pretend not to see it? This makes me hesitate. After hesitating for a long time, I decided to help him, but he had already picked up the bag and walked toward the trash can.
All of a sudden, another wave of admiration surged to the heart, a y disabled soldier, still do not forget the soldier's nature, still do not forget to serve the people, and I, a physically fit teenager, but not his noble character, really make me feel ashamed. His heart is beautiful, his character is beautiful, and his spirit is beautiful.
This scene, although not as majestic as the Yellow River cascades down the river, and not as dramatic as Dong Cunrui's sacrifice, but it gave me too much inspiration, it is the most beautiful scene! Maybe in less than a month from the time of the Sichuan earthquake, but I am standing here to recall the beautiful scene of the past, feel a little abrupt. But it is precisely because I learned that there are two students from Sichuan in the school that I am more eager to share this experience of growing up and harvesting in the three middle schools with you.
Three Middle School is a beautiful and harmonious campus, focusing on the overall development of students.
Although my serial number was in the back, I was even more nervous and hesitant because I saw some of my classmates who were nervous and forgot their words on the stage, and then finally chose to read from the book. I was really afraid that I would lose face in front of the whole grade. The homeroom teacher looked at me with a very firm gaze and said to me, "It is more important to overcome yourself than to win a prize."
My lovely classmates also cheered me on. Inspired by my teachers and classmates, I chose to walk onto the stage empty-handed with the little courage I had left.
As I walked on stage, I was reminded of Xiang Yu, who made a breakthrough, and although I am not a hero, I had the honor of experiencing the courage that was growing within me as I cut off my own retreat. When I walked off the stage after reciting the whole poem in a complete and fluent manner, I was so excited that I really wanted to shout out loud, "So - I can really do it!" Such a small thing may be insignificant in the eyes of others, but since then, every time I face difficulties and challenges, I will think back to this past, telling myself that since the wind and rain can not be avoided, the bumps must be experienced, so what is the use of fear? What's the use of being afraid? There is only one choice for myself, and that is - to be strong! Bravely face! Today I have the honor to stand under the flag, to share with you my experience, and will become another beautiful experience in my memory.
But I sincerely hope that the two Sichuan students who came to our school will have a wonderful memory of their lives here. Your strength is an example for us to follow, and our smiles can bring you warmth.
We will always be a family! The memory of the scene The ocean of memory, unfathomable, recorded many, many things, they are like a small fish, fastidious Eagle, but with the passage of time, I have already faded them into oblivion, the only thing that I remember, although it is not the most beautiful and brightest one, but a unique way to shine, it seems like a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding me on the road ahead, it seems like a boat in the ocean in the which I was trying to succeed on the other side, and it taught me how to be a human being. That day, autumn high, cloudless, let a person feel comfortable, I got up early, put on my backpack, run to school, today there is sports, I like most on the sports, time passes quietly, but I feel very slow, easy to the fourth quarter, I was happy to run down, but not as I thought, a series of several laps, tired me not enough breath, but it's not over, finished running Rest for a while and then run, I have long been sweating, school is over, I walk alone on the way home, the roadside wildflowers extraordinarily bright, but I did not look at a glance, the branches of the birds chirping crisp and pleasant, but at this time I was a noise, because I was very tired and thirsty, although in the golden season of autumn, but I was sweating, my eyes staring at a place, my heart has long been flown to the place, that is - the kiosk, the kiosk. That is - the kiosk.
Looking at those who are drinking mineral water, I was at this time how envious of them ah! I am so eager to have a dollar ah, just when I look at the kiosk, suddenly, I saw the hope, a little boy walked past, dropped a money, it is my hope ah, just when I am ready to three steps and two steps to run over, but the inner conscience of the pestered me, in the end, it is to pick up the money to drink some pain and pain, or to return to him, I can not decide, in the end, the physical need to prevail over my spiritual firmness, I picked up the money, or to return to him. Spiritual firmness, I picked up the money, bought water, painfully drank some, I did not tell my mother, the next day, to buy books, I do not have change, had to bring a hundred dollars, walking carelessly, to the bookstore, I chose a good book, ready to pay the money.
3. Memory of the depth of that touching essayOpen the door of the dusty memory, with the corridor has been to the depths of my memory, in the "character" of the bookshelf, I saw that he, oh! Things have been a long time, but I can not forget him, he, that bright star set in the sky of my life, has been to guide me in the right direction!
That scene, clearly surfaced in my mind. I remember, it was an originally sunny day, I intend to take the bus to the library far from my home to return the book. Wearing a new T-shirt with a pair of Chinese pants and holding a storybook in my hand, I bounced off.
When I arrived at the bus stop, the dark clouds drove away the white clouds, and the sky was gray and drizzly. This is, a bus stopped in front of me, the passengers swarmed to squeeze up, I am also not willing to show weakness rushed over. The bus started and I found a good seat. The sky was pouring with rain, and I thought to myself, "I'm glad I got on the bus, or else I would have become a "soup chicken"! At that moment, I realized that the book I was holding in my hand was gone, so I reflexively shouted: "Oh no! Where's my book?" The passengers in the car were startled by such a sudden cry from me.
"Little sister, have you lost your book?" I heard a kind voice. "Yes, that was borrowed from the library, and I may have accidentally lost it when I first got on the bus, what bad luck!" I replied. This is which the bus driver's greetings, I saw his appearance from the car's to the rear mirror: a pair of eyes, thicker eyebrows, short nose, the head has grown dozens of silver threads, about 40 years old, looks very peaceful, he will help me?
Once the car arrived at the station, I do not care how much rain fell, a head of the wind and rain into the wind and rain, the wind and rain shrouded me, I vaguely heard a concerned voice: "Little sister, do not run, let me return the car on the good!" It may be that this heavy rain thanked this kindness for me, I didn't stop, but ran faster, I don't know whether it was rain or sweat on my forehead.
I ran back to the last station, only to see my book lying quietly on the side of the road, wet by the rain, I immediately went to pick it up, gently wipe off the cover of the rain. I was soaked to the skin and was about to head home in the rain. At that moment, a bus stopped in front of me, and the uncle driver looked at me with a smile and said, "Get on the bus, come and wipe yourself off, and go back when the rain stops!" Apparently, he pushed the bus back anyway, and I got on with tears in my eyes. An auntie said to the driver, disgruntled, "How can you return it until you reach the terminus?" The driver's uncle said blandly, "Could you watch a little girl get wet from the downpour and then blow? That would make her sick."
In the depth of my memory, the image of the driver uncle is still tall, he taught me to put myself in people's shoes, to understand others, and enthusiastically help others. Ah! His behavior is so beautiful, his heart is so beautiful, he is my guide on the road of life!
4. to a touching scene on the subject of write a composition 500 words or more to be fast rewarded within todaytouching scene
Saturday evening, the sky is cloudy, and from time to time drifting rain. A few house swallows were playing carefree on the road. Suddenly, a big truck whizzed by, my heart tightened and I couldn't help closing my eyes. I knew that something unfortunate had happened.
I saw a scaly house swallow lying on the cold and bone-chilling road, its head drooping, its feathery wings no longer flapping flexibly, and its eyes no longer so gleaming, but tightly closed. Even the yellow mouth is no longer as usual, "chirping" endlessly, singing beautiful music. The rain was drizzling down on her body, and her feathers were soaking wet, wrapped tightly around her body.
Just then, another small and delicate house swallow swooped down from the tree and flew to the house swallow that fell to the ground. It first turned its head sideways, eyes wide open, strangely surveying it, probably thinking inexplicably: Huh, why is my sister sleeping on this cold, cold road? How cold ah! Besides, the feathers on both of us have not yet grown, and now it's windy and raining, can my sister's thin body withstand it? Besides, this place is full of traffic, if you are not careful, you will be run over! How dangerous! Thinking of this, he put his mouth to his sister's ear, "chirping" called out, as if to say: "Sister, sister, wake up! Don't sleep here! If you want to sleep, go back to the warm nest with me!" But its sister did not move a muscle. The brother became anxious and shouted even louder, "Sister, wake up! You'll freeze!" But its sister remained indifferent. Seeing this, the younger brother shouted even more desperately. Gradually, its voice is mute, the voice is so heartbreaking, people listen to the heartache, weeping.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, the younger brother could not help but shiver, while the sister was blown body rolled around, immediately, a large pile of blood was presented to the younger brother's eyes. When the younger brother saw it, he was stunned, as if he had been struck by five thunderbolts, and his tears fell like rain. The younger brother immediately understood what was going on. It turned out that his sister had already lost her life. He wiped away his tears and opened his wings, which were not yet full of feathers, to protect his sister from the wind and rain, while calling out loudly: "Sister! Sister! You can't die like this! You still have a long way to go in life! You can not just go ah! Sister! Sister! Wake up! Don't scare me!"
He grabbed his sister's body with his yellow paws and shook her hard, hoping to wake her up, but it was all in vain, his sister had already left this world and gone to another world, how could she wake up?
Finally, he did not have the strength, only to jump from the sister's back, it is sad sobbing, probably thinking: sister, you rest in peace, I will take care of mom and dad! So, it was a step three back, reluctant to leave.
Humans! Please have mercy on your feet!
5. Request an essayTouched in the depths of memory
A beautiful memory
The hourglass of time flows quietly, little by little, and the traces of the years are depicted in detail in a single stroke. Good memories can bring us a lot of warmth and touch.
That day, at home, boring, then picked up a book, occasionally see an article called "Kiss the Little Witch", this article opened the lock of my mind, let fly those dusty long beautiful memories.
The article tells the story of a little girl who is convinced that there are witches in the world, and stubbornly believes that she is a witch. Before going to school, she has been living happily in the world of simple witches. However, as she grows up, she has to do a lot of exercises and attend all kinds of cram schools in order to get into a key school, and her world of witches is shattered.
How much I am like the little girl in the story, I think I am a little witch. My mom said that I was particularly generous and quiet when I was a child, and that I smiled shallowly, unlike my sister Precious next door, who was heartless. How did she know that I did this to keep the nobility and mystery of the witch.
I remember when I was in the first grade of elementary school, one morning in front of the school, a student forgot to wear a red scarf, was stopped by the student on duty, was there in a hurry, this is a great opportunity for my little witch to cast a spell, how can I miss it? When the student saw me, he rushed over to me, "Little Witch, I forgot to wear my red scarf!" "Don't worry, close your eyes and I'll use my magic to pick up your red scarf from home." I pretended to recite the spell, "Blah, blah, blah, red scarf, show yourself!" When that student opened his eyes, a red scarf appeared in front of him. In fact, I often put some common things in my bag, who need to "change" out. At that time, I thought, I need to keep practicing, in order to really change the magic. But as I got older, my witch world disappeared.
Thinking back to that wonderful time, I was so childish and naive, and every day bathed in the sunshine of happiness, I used my "magic" to help students, and I felt immensely happy. I really hope that my witch world will shine again
Everyone may have good memories. Of course, I'm no exception.
It was an early summer evening, I walked alone on a quiet path, walking aimlessly. Suddenly, a little boy caught my attention. He was very dark, like a piece of charcoal. As I watched him look around, curiosity drove me to take a look.
"What are you looking for, little brother? I'll help you."
"My keys are gone in a flash, my dad and mom are about to get off work, I have to go back to cook!" Said, two drops of bean-sized tears fell .
Suddenly, I suddenly remembered something and hurried back. "It is it!" I gasped and came to him.
"That's it, thank you big brother, my name is Xiaohu, come to my home to sit."
Before I could get back to my senses, he had already dragged me to his house.
"Aren't you afraid I'm a bad guy?" I asked cheekily.
"No, big brother you are so nice, how can you be a bad person?"
Seeing his affirmative expression, I couldn't help but be ashamed, "That key of yours, I kicked it to the river." I stammered.
"My father said, only wrong can change, is also a good baby!" ......
That's how we met.
That's how we became best friends.
6. Memory of that touching How to write this essay 600 wordsToo many feelings, too few words, too profound shock, too poor words, after watching this opening ceremony last night, hate to write down all all, but worry about words, only with the following words, record the five images that make ZiLing tearful.
The five-star red flag Children dressed in our country's fifty-six national costumes escorted the flag across the wide stadium, the brightly colored five-star red flag to the hands of the eight warriors dressed in the hands of the moment, Zi Ling tears, whether it is the children or warriors, are the most adorable people, the picture of the moment, the small hand passes on to the big hand, meaning care, means inheritance, means that the solemnity of the Olympic Games and the pursuit of the future and hope. The pursuit of the future and hope. Footprints fireworks Performing the Beijing axis, the sky bloomed in the shape of footprints fireworks, gradually approaching the National Stadium, that step by step, symbolizing the efforts of 1.3 billion Chinese people for the arrival of this day, seemingly easy, but this way through countless frustrations, sweat and tears intertwined with the joy of success, ZiLing for the one hundred years of eagerly awaited for generations of people's unremitting efforts for the moment of the final arrival and the heartbeat. And the heart is pounding.
Silk Road A magnificent cultural performance, showing the magnificent music of China's five thousand years of culture, in the "Silk Road" this paragraph, the scroll shows the footprints of the ancient people. Ziling mind emerged in the Chinese ancestors in pursuit of progress, in order to pursue a better tomorrow, long-distance trekking, crossing the desert, across the oceans, tireless, undaunted figure, the Chinese nation is a strong nation, is a great nation, Ziling in the body of the Chinese people to be proud.
Wenchuan boy Yao Ming held up the five-star red flag to lead the Chinese athletes into the venue, Zi Ling saw the small figure next to him, heard the commentary to know that he is in the Wenchuan earthquake was called "little hero" of the 9-year-old boy Lin Hao, who represents the indomitable spirit of the Chinese nation, on behalf of the people of the disaster area is still unchanged to their motherland, the quake zone is still in a state of chaos, the people of the quake zone is still unchanged to their motherland, the people of the quake zone is still unchanged to their motherland. He represents the indomitable spirit of the Chinese nation and the unchanging support of the people in the quake-stricken area for the motherland, and shows the world the strength of the people in the quake-stricken area of Wenchuan. The path of the sacred fire Before the ignition, Zi Ling has been guessing the final ignition method, has been worried that this ignition method will not be compared to one of the previous session, because in the heart of the Zi Ling, the Chinese people are the world's most full of wisdom of the nation, and the ignition of the Olympic flame invariably become the way to the world to show the wisdom of the Chinese people a way.
Li Ning just lifted off the air that, Zi Ling is still more puzzled, thinking that it will not be "trapeze" so simple it ...... But when Li Ning began to gradually unfold on the outside edge of the National Stadium on the sacred fire passing the painting silk running, Zi Ling heart All the doubts dissipated, replaced by a shock, and then the tears once again surged to the eyes - in the mind, is the overseas Chinese to protect the sacred fire unyielding figure, is the sacred fire in the process of transmission of the enthusiastic smile, is in Mount Everest dressed in cold clothes carefully lit the sacred fire torchbearer ... ... ... and in front of us, is the flying Li Ning - yes, nothing can stop the Chinese nation's takeoff, we have to fly, fly towards the dream, fly higher and higher, unstoppable.
7. around that what a scene for the topic of writing an essay...... touching scene
How many things happened around me, how many touching things appeared in front of my eyes, of which I think that the scene touched me the most.
Once, in the morning reading class, the classroom is very noisy, very noisy, simply much more lively than the market. Suddenly, Xiaorui students and "redundant" fight, I looked back, some male students not only do not stop, but also make waves, adding fuel to the fire, shouting: "Come on ah! Beat him, beat him." I quickly stood up and saw Xiaorui grabbing the collar of the "redundant", one hand also pushed him to prevent him from hitting, kicking him with his feet. Then I looked at "Redundant", but of course he was not willing to do so either. He was holding him by the neck with one hand and pressing him to the ground with the other. The two of them were kicking and pushing each other, and the fight was very intense. As the class president, I couldn't just stand by and watch, but I'm a girl, so I couldn't stop the fight, so I told them not to fight and asked them to stop, but no one answered me. When it was too late, the "extra" stood up and was about to hit Xiaorui in the face, a familiar figure flew past me, and when I saw clearly that person was a disciplinary committee member, he had already blocked in front of Xiaorui's face, and suffered from the iron hard fist. In an instant, the classroom was silent, the whole class froze, the scene in front of me as if it had been captured by a camera, stopped. At this moment, I felt how afraid I was, not serious about my work, as the class president, not as good as the other students. Waiting for us to come to our senses, the disciplinary committee has been knocked to the ground by the punch, he assisted the ground with one hand, one hand slightly trembling up to touch the corner of his mouth, although he put his head down, but we can obviously see that the disciplinary committee of the corner of the mouth has seeped out of the blood. I looked at my classmates, they all looked at the disciplinarian with admiration, their eyes were so sincere. I couldn't care less, I walked over to help the disciplinarian up, and then said sternly to the "redundant": "Very well, you didn't listen to advice, and even injured the disciplinarian, what are you doing? What are you doing? Do you come to school just to fight to be famous? Hurry up and apologize to the disciplinary committee!" As soon as the words fell out of his mouth, he only saw the disciplinary committee member say in a small voice, "It's okay, no need . It's not like you did it on purpose ." With that, he walked back to his position . My heart was touched again, how guilty I was, why I didn't have that kind of courage to persuade the fight, why his heart is so wide.
The scene in which the disciplinary committee member blocked the punch was unforgettable. He will always let me to the right path of life, always let me know to be more for others to think of others, the spirit of broad-mindedness!
8. touching scene essay 500 wordsIn my memory, can let me engraved in my mind, printed in the brain erase not erase the scene is not much. But in the biggest disaster I have ever experienced in my short life of more than ten years - the 5.12 earthquake, there is an image that jumps to my eyes from time to time every day, and it is so vivid.
A poignant glimmer of eternal strength that inspires me to keep going.
Earthquake moving scene after scene, like a tide of emergence. And I was most moved by a picture: when a girl was rescued, she was still inside the rubble reading a book with a flashlight. She said, "It's pitch black down there and I'm scared. I'm cold and hungry, so I can only read to ease the fear in my heart!" Her honesty is as strong as her strength, and it makes the listener feel touched.
The girl may not realize that this picture has been condensed into a kind of eternity, which will be fixed in the history of human disasters and become a proof of great humanity. There is no disaster that human beings wish for, but they appear to be the best test of humanity, and become a valuable asset to promote human experience and spiritual growth. When mankind suffers from natural disasters, it actually acquires valuable experience in parallel. There is no doubt that the little girl reading in the ruins, rather than portraying the most resilient side of human nature, taught us a wisdom and experience of survival, that is, to learn to use the spiritual weapons of the gift, so that life can be renewed with the strongest instincts. The little girl also tells us that books are not only a force for social progress, an important tool for earning a living, a stepping stone to success, but also a spiritual force that warms the heart. Cold ruins, nowhere to mourn the night, death is approaching, the temperature of books to warm a tender child's heart. What touches me most is that this little girl's bravery comes from her faith in the driving force of the human spirit. She understands the time is a kind of redemption, the spirit of life in the life will not lose the foundation, this beyond the recognition of the understanding of the disaster in the watch becomes a beautiful!
A small life outbreak of power, multiplied by 1.3 billion, will converge into an ocean of love. The big difficulties, divided by 1.3 billion, there are only four big words left: the will of the people into a city!
The long wind gently caresses, singing as crying! Brothers and sisters and children, this is a disaster, you are lucky to survive, you have to live well ah, put away the sadness, put away the pain, we are your loved ones, let us always heart to heart, never leave each other; we are your loved ones, always heart to heart, never leave each other!
9. Memory of the depth of that touching how to write an essay 200 wordsSix years of elementary school life is like a bright pearl, with a happy silk thread to string them gently, each moment contains innocent friendship, each contains unforgettable memories, and each is worth to cherish forever, open the yoke of the treasure box of memories, will be the string of pearls hidden in the deepest part of the necklace.
Often hear the word "friendship" but feel very strange, it seems that friends for me is too far away, like the clouds on the sky, want to reach out to catch it, but can not reach. But it should be God wants to explain to me what is friendship, it is destined to be my encounter with her.
I remember the first time I talked to her in gym class. I was running and she and I had a big hug - and collided. I picked her up from the ground and nervously said, "I'm sorry". She was a happy-go-lucky girl, smiling from ear to ear, and with her short hair, she looked like an unorthodox schoolboy. She quickly patted me on the shoulder: "are friends, what good sorry." I looked at her face that is full of sincere smile, "friends" this word struck a chord in my heart, the girl in front of me is full of infinite good feelings.
From then on, I became close to her as a good friend. To go to the bathroom together, write homework together, on the gym class together ...... have her place have me, have my place must have her.
The path home from school at lunchtime is the place where she and I have traveled the most. The summer sun is blazing, hot sunshine sprinkled all over the path, walking on the road as if staying in the big furnace, very hot. I grew up in very poor health, a sun headache, not yet walked for a while, I stopped and shouted: "I have a headache!" She turned to me and wiped the sweat off my head with one hand, the other hand resting on her chin, not knowing what she was thinking. "There!" She was as happy as if she had discovered a new continent, "You're shorter than me, walk behind me, my shadow is behind me, you won't feel the sun if you walk under my shadow." My heart was struck with emotion, I looked up to the sky and laughed and shouted, "What makes you so good to me?" "No reason, because we are friends!" The sentence "by virtue of we are friends" she said how just determined! There was no turning back! I didn't believe anyone could say "no reason", but at this moment, I was convinced. I walked in her shadow in the sunlight, and my eyes overflowed with tears.
The sky was like a big hole in the ground, and it was pouring with rain. She grabbed my hand behind me, and used the book in her hand to cover my head and hold my hand to run together. We kept running, the rain splashed on our feet, the rain dripped and jumped like notes in a happy music, infecting us. I looked at her, she looked at me, and we had such a tacit understanding that we both stopped in our tracks and laughed aloud, like a river bursting its banks. Halfway, parents are anxious to umbrella to find us, became a "soup chicken" we were scolded, but we are mischievous towards each other to make a face.
Thank God that you met me, thank God that you know me. Day and month like a shuttle, the world does not have a feast, turn around, we realized that the flower of friendship has long bloomed in your heart and mine, we have left too much unwillingness to give up, can only be this friendship stay hidden in the depths of memory. Looking at each other, we have some helpless smile