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I want to make a script or a short story or a short dialogue about a four-leaf clover. I hope you can help me with this topic of cosmetic surgery.
In the wind, the four-leaf clover is flying, perhaps, missing something. -inscription

I used to think that friendship is the most perfect feeling in the world. In pure friendship, there is no deception, no betrayal, only vows, only eternity. But when I was frustrated twice in friendship, I finally found that there is no really perfect relationship in this world.

"Say yes, our friendship must be long!" "Good" innocent fourth grade, sweet as a four-leaf clover, I began to like friendship. Two people feel best together, and feel full and energetic every day. "You are with her again. You ignored me as soon as you were with her. I ignore you, hum! " I left angrily. If I'm a freshman, I'm a little overbearing and stingy. I care about her very much. I cherish my friendship with her, but she doesn't care. I thought it would be as good as before in a day, but ... . "Did you hear our speech? Do you know what we just talked about? " Another friend of the crazy bar said in my puzzled eyes. I was really surprised. I'm just looking for someone else. Why did she pull a few people aside and look at me with strange eyes, talking about something? I don't like that look. "What are you talking about?" I asked eagerly. "She said you were stingy." A sentence that can't be more ordinary is close to killing me. She finally didn't understand my intention.

Feelings split and overlap. On the way, I found another girl with great courage. I got to know her and thought she was very nice, but again. "I don't like her, affectation, I don't want her with you." In the second day of junior high school, I changed a lot. I won't stop her from being with anyone, but there is one person who can't. I don't like the affected girl. I hate the affected people. "I know, I know" but I have never fulfilled it. I still believe her, because we became best friends, and she promised me that it wouldn't be the same as last time. I believe him. Until. "I promised to break up with you." She said yes. I brought it up a few days ago. She refused to break up at that time. I didn't cry. This seems to be a habit. She finally forgot our agreement.

Scribbled handwriting, a letter of apology, a letter of "whatever you want", I laughed, I can't promise again, I don't want to get hurt again.