Walking on the beach of the sea, the warmth of the heart; standing in the dense trees, the wind whisked people irritable; deep in the beautiful sea of flowers, fragrance refreshing to the heart. However, these are no match for a word of comfort, a smile, a blessing ......
I was proud to call our four best friends: four little flowers. We in the six years of elementary school, not inevitably have quarrels, and even break. But every time you stand with me to a day front, do my solid backing. Conflicts between our four best friends, but also always have to you this "peacemaker" to resolve. You treat me differently from the others, some `people do not like me simply do not pay attention to me, some people in order to consolidate the position in the class to please me. But you, I do wrong place you will have no mercy to criticize me, to point out to me; I do good things, you will not mince words to praise others to praise me. Perhaps, this is the reason why I like you. With you together, I will take off the mask, throw down the baggage, the slightest disregard for the image of you together with the crazy laugh, together with crying, together with the fight. In front of others, I would always put my arm around your shoulder and say, "You're my sister." Then we would laugh together. If other students ask me what kind of person you are. I would say, "You're a fool, you're a very naive little kid." With the passage of time, the childish innocence and childishness in my heart has been almost worn out, gradually maturing into a serious, one-dimensional adult. Your naivety often makes me envious, and your two-facedness for your friends is even more admirable to me. Recently, I always have a nameless fire in my heart, the students see always respect far away, while you hold tightly this body full of thorns of me. But my hot flames eventually burned unsuspecting you, you began to comfort me in the QQ female, trying to find ways to fill the hole in my heart, I'm good to ignore, you despair. I still borrow the name of a good friend, think long and hard. As the saying goes: Sisters are greater than heaven! Good friends do not have overnight hatred, not to mention this little bit of chicken skin.
Old sister, no matter which way you choose I will accompany you; no matter what you do, I will support you. Even if that road is full of thorns, even if the people behind you pointing fingers, even if in the end I will be all over the body ...... now, change me to do your solid backing it!
I often make fun of you, because we do not distinguish between you and me; I will not say even if I am sad again, because I firmly believe that our hearts are connected; even if we have a big contradiction, I will not apologize first, because we can always automatically heal. The road ahead, I hold you walk, encounter thorns, thorns; hold up a big umbrella to protect you from the wind and rain. I'm going to take your hand and break out of our world with you.