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Sincerely, my Sincere Friends
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You never know what peace is until you reset in the solace of a friendly shade, through the noonday heat of summer, and find your soul then. Through my life, I'm growing up with several persons. Two of them are my best friends when in my primary school; one, in my junior middle school; two, in my high middle school; and several, up to now. That's a gift given by God. Fortunately, I begin to cherish them and thank them, for these different people in different periods of my life have done me a lot.
In my primary school, two beautiful girls accompanied me for six years. Snow, Crystal and I were like peas and carrots. We worn the familiar-style clothes, went to school and home together, even sometimes we would share one bed to sleep. At that time, we all were naive and carefree, and we really didn't know what friendship means, although we've understood many years later. We just felt it's comfortable to stay and play together. We took risks to steal mulberries. The adults said these mulberries were poinsonous, but we didn't care. We washed them with the well water and then cleaned them. When we found our mouths were colored purple because of the mulberries, we all laughed at each other and began to get ready for the coming punishment of our parents. We ran on bare foot on our way home when it was raining cats and dogs. We forgot the big fat rain but enjoyed ourselves happily. Thank goodness! Only by writing this down have I come to realize how valuable this memory is. Thank Snow and Crystal, You've given me a really precious childhood.
My life of junior middle school was miserable. I became anxious and unrest without joy, and I still thought I would de depressed and melancholy for life, but one girl changed me. Her name was Nancy. Sometimes all I need maybe just a hand to hold and a heart to understand, and Nancy was. She understood me. That was like a same soul living in two different bodies, which was a spring flowing through the river named friendship. It was a windy day. Outside, yellow, gold and red leaves were leaping from swaying trees, landing on the roof, jumping off the roof, and then chasing one another down the street in tiny whirl winds of merriment. Nancy and I watched in fascination. "Nancy, if I were a leaf, I would fly far far away into the sky." "Garfield, you would. I believe you would." Nancy smiled. However, when that season was gone, Nancy also moved to elsewhere without a word. Nancy, do you remember the day when we buried our lucky bottle in the sand to pray for being happy forever? Now I pray that Happiness will be with you through your life, because it's you, Nancy, who help me out of trouble and make me realize the true meaning of life.
In my high middle school, I also met with two intimate friends who accompanied me until now. Kiko and Oliva were completely different in personalities. Kiko was careless and did whatever she wanted, while Oliva was quiet and polite. However, we were the best friends. The life in the school was much deoressed, but we still could find something enjoyable. We chose our favorite restraunt to have supper; we gossiped many funny things and funny people and laughed for a long time on a small joke; we prepared a decorated cake for each other's birthday and made a wish toghther; we helped each other with the study and promised to have a bright future...Memory is like a gold in the sand; the longer the seawater washes, the brighter the gold will be.
I almost can't help crying out because I'm suddenly enlightened that God has brought so many precious gifts into my life. No matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone need s friend to act goofy with. Luckily, I have so many true friends in my life. Although many of them have been lost contact with, they do exist in my life, and they do give me a lot beyond description. Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the hapiness and growth occurs while we're climbing it. Snow, Crystal, Nancy, Kiko, Oliva and many others I havn't mentioned are all very important to me. I will always remember them, and may them have enough happiness through their life.
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- Reply littlegrass
- The golden childhood was so valuable that I was almost touched to tears.
I'm really cherishing its memory still in unforgetting affection.
- Reply littlegrass
- Memory is like a gold in the sand; the longer the seawater washes, the brighter the gold will be. You are talking! Whoever is grateful is happy with everything.
- Reply crefendool
- littlegrass: The golden childhood was so valuable that I was almost touched to tears.I'm really cherishing its memory still in unforgetting affection.
Thank you for reading my story. It's really a magic thing. When I'm writing thse down, I really can feel the true feeling I felt many years ago. I can't exactly express such a feeling in English, but I'm trying to.
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- littlegrass: Memory is like a gold in the sand; the longer the seawater washes, the brighter the gold will be. You are talking! Whoever is grateful is happy with eThe sentence above, I just translate it from Chinese into English. I'm appreciating such a saying. Memory is a gold.
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- IZZY: Time has passed, but childhood is memorable and will never fade away... Yup! You're absoulutely right! In the memory of my childhood, the sky is blue blue and the grass is green greeb. Hehe~
