Back then

The dark sky is like a huge curtain covering the vibrant earth of the past, and the moment is so dead. The shadow of the stars in twos and threes, misty, as if the middle was covered with layers of thin fog. A faint moon hung in the sky, its ends so sharp that they could cut through the sky and Pierce the clouds. Everything was so bleak and lonely. I quietly looked at these, thinking of the students who are about to say goodbye, thinking of a lost friendship, can not help sighing, the heart is like a knife, a sour feeling gradually woven into my heart, I fell into infinite melancholy...

Back then, we came together at the same time. From strange to familiar, from unfamiliar to close, we get along day and night spent many days and nights. Although we do not say that we eat at the same table, walk on the same road, and sleep in the same bed, we are always very close and close as brothers. More communication, misunderstanding friction is also doomed, but we will always be quiet and high. In the future, we always cherish this hard-won fate and the deep friendship between each other. Looking back, I remember the past as if it were only yesterday. In class, we are eager to try, actively raise our hands, take long to avoid short, overcome difficulties; After class, we talk, ancient theory today, as if no one, enjoy it; After school, we are keen on basketball, competing skills, and strive for victory and defeat without giving in. Our friendship is like the taste of mellow wine, long will be fragrant, our friendship is like the sun and moon, long will be bright.

Now, in this day of sunflower fragrance, we have to go our separate ways, can we see each other in this life? Will our friendship sink like the stars and moons before dawn? Or will it stay green all year round like a pine tree on a high mountain? These are a series of questions that can only be answered in the course of time. The days we used to spend together were like curling smoke blown away by a sudden breeze like lightning; As if the floating mist was unrelenting and melted by the golden morning sun. What traces do I leave behind? Have I ever left a trace like a gossamer? If I had not served the prophet, why should I have known him? In the end, only the lingering thoughts of a long time in the heart of the acid; Only the filaments of sadness tightly wrapped around the troubled heart; Only the continuous loneliness often accompany the pain of the mind.

In the future, maybe we are prosperous, maybe we are unknown, but no matter when, no matter what happens, may our hearts remain unchanged. May we be friends when we are young, and bosom friends when we grow up. May we be like kites on the same line, no matter how high we fly, no matter how far we fly, we will never break off friendship and never lose contact... But will it ever become a reality?

I fell into an infinite melancholy...

brothers. More communication, misunderstanding friction is also doomed, but we will always be quiet and high. In the future, we always cherish this hard-won fate and the deep friendship between each other. Looking back, I remember the past as if it were only yesterday. In class, we are eager to try, actively raise our hands, take long to avoid short