Brilliant cyan

"Closest friends? There are so many of me!" I thought to myself as my composition teacher wrote this proposition on the blackboard. Thought for a while, yes, write about her! Pan and I have been an "intimate duo" since the first grade of primary school. Her big, watery eyes and small moles on her face are her best features. We are very much the same in many aspects, such as hobbies, color, personality and so on, but I take advantage of height. Almost every day when we go to school, we will meet at the school gate. Every time we meet together, there will be endless words, just like how can not be separated from two pieces of sticky rice cake: as soon as the class is over, two people will go to the toilet side by side; Eat lunch, smiling happily to go together to the dish; After afternoon self-repair, two people began to frantically change stickers; After school, we ran as fast as we could to the back garden to see if the nameless seeds we had planted together had sprouted..." The highest score of this music exam is Xiao Pan, Xiao Ding, 98 points!" "Oh! Great!" Not only are we a "close duo", we are sometimes called "golden partners"! Because double singing is our strength. Every time in vocal class, our double singing would beat everyone else. Some people envy and envy us, often can hear "I wish I could have a good voice like Xiao Ding, Xiao Pan" such sighs. I will share some of my little secrets with her, she will also give me some of her favorite things, but "intimate" is more than that, we also made an appointment to be admitted to the same middle school as much as possible, share the same class, in order to this, we also pull hook guarantee it!

In front of me, is a brilliant blue. Render a spring without ups and downs. Even a long ditch of sludge below did not prevent the green from releasing its vitality in the sunset. It is because of "near dusk", just let the eyes of this sparkling green more dazzling. "The color of grass looks close but not." Maybe it is early spring, closer forward, the original bright light, just hazy green. Before a little, a plant of green grass against the wind, swaying, like a young boy. The exuberant branches and stems release the power of life. The intersection of light and shadow, reflected in the green veins of the leaves, as if to suggest something. On both sides of the grass, is a row of lush trees, body splash is strong Dai. Each branch, like an outstretched hand, did its best to protect the light and shadow in the setting sun. They are like strong men, unbribed to stretch themselves, no restraint, no imprisonment, no fetters, only the enviable "freedom. The breeze blows and the light waves flow. In the shade of the trees of Qingdai, there was a clouding. A sparse tree is reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun, but it does not stop it from stretching itself. Branches intertwine, like in a white cloth painted, scattered leaf shadow, such as stained with Dai green brush, waving at will on the canvas, showing the free and easy. A few clusters of tinting little flowers by the lake, in this piece of green, the more fresh and refined, cleanse your mind. Petals bloom, like a laugh of indulgence. Everything was so happy, so carefree. I suddenly want to ask them, like, is the hazy green, or robust Dai. Perhaps, this is spring! That green, poured in so no ups and downs in the spring, tenderness unlimited, and full of power.