It turns out that love has been burning around me all night, kites are snuggling on the line, and the most beautiful love is companionship. The following is the composition I have compiled about my side. Let's have a look.

Chapter 1: Once the winter around me was always gloomy, and the sky was stained with gray tones. I walk in the busy street surrounded by shops, but I can only see some sparse figures. Strange smells haunt me, and I am afraid of such a city. Has the past frequency disappeared? Or just what I saw?

Tears haven't dried on my face, and my wet face is stiff by the wind. I couldn't even squeeze out a comforting smile, so I reached out to wipe the water on my face. Suddenly a strong wind blew, and the silk scarf hanging loosely around the neck was thrown into the air. I felt a chill when I was blown up. Looking at this silk scarf, I can't help gnashing my teeth. Do you want to fight me? The wind suddenly blew the silk scarf high. When it was about to fly to the garbage dump, I almost gave up the idea of taking it back, just like giving up being alone with my parents. At this time, a pair of hands caught it. How rough their hands are! Dark brown hands are covered with cocoons and bandages. The owner of the hand came over and smiled at me kindly. He is a sanitation worker. I saw him clumsily wearing orange clothes, which made people feel inexplicably funny. She went over and handed me the silk scarf and said in a vague dialect, "Little girl, is this yours?" I sighed softly, and my voice was hoarse after crying. He is a careful man and found it at once. Some worried said, "What happened to the little girl? Did you quarrel with your parents? " I shook my head, my heart was already complaining about her troubles, and the tears I just swallowed seemed to come out again. He smiled clearly and said in an instructive and sad tone, "Little girl, don't be so stubborn, cherish the people around you and don't regret it until you are old." I am heartbroken and don't know what to say. She just gently wrapped the silk scarf around my neck. Turn around and get a big broom, clumsily and carefully sweep the cold street. It's so quiet and leisurely.

I looked at her back, and my resentment, embarrassment and refusal disappeared. I don't know why she is so kind to a strange little girl. All I know is the warmth coming from my neck. It turns out that as long as you turn around, you will find the warmth under the cold.

I turned around gently and took a step home.

Chapter 2: It turns out that someone around me once said, "Friendship is a lifetime treasure." Yes! Friendship is sacred. -inscription

She and I are good friends. Go to school together, leave school together, do homework together, eat together, and be inseparable. It's just a pity that I didn't attend class.

On this day, our two classes and two other classes won the first prize in the reading competition. My excited heart can't be calm for a long time. "Now, she certainly doesn't know." I thought like this and rushed into the classroom. Who knew I was late? The teacher kept talking for five minutes before letting us go. I quickly packed my schoolbag for fear that she would know the news. As soon as I packed my schoolbag, I rushed to the door of Class Seven. But when I looked closer to the classroom of Class 7, my heart, which had never been calm, broke all over the floor and I couldn't pick it up again. I was shocked. Because the place that belonged to her is empty now.

At night, I was walking alone on the path home, and I was very sad. The stars are still nestled around the moon, and the flowers and plants are also leaning against the big trees. Nothing has changed, but this path, which was originally full of joy and laughter, has changed and become deserted; The road that originally belonged to the two of us, now I am the only one left.

When I finally got home, I looked up at my watch. It was 5: 30, but it was usually ten minutes faster than today. I just found out that the road is so long without her.

The next day, she didn't come to see me, didn't go for a walk in the morning, didn't have lunch and dinner together. They are all one person, and they don't seem to explain their behavior at all.

I came back by myself this day. There was nothing unusual when I entered the door. Just as I put my schoolbag away, my eyes were suddenly attracted by a beautiful box. When I opened it, it was a water cup and a letter. It turned out that she didn't wait for me because she saw that my lips were dry and I didn't like drinking water, so she specially gave me a water cup. I smiled, and my tears flowed down. The next second, my reaction was not to wipe my tears, but to find her.

Is it easy to meet once? Is it easy to call a friend? It's not easy. So, from now on, let's cherish friendship!

Chapter 3: I used to walk beside me in the shining county town with continuous spring rain. The unique hazy beauty of spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River seems a little sad.

When I was young, in early spring, I used to live in that library. Some old wooden bookshelves smell a little earthy when approached. At that time, I was young and frivolous, and I just took out any books I saw. Open the page, but there is a person standing next to it.

"Little sister, this is French. You may not understand. "

I looked up and saw her wearing a white shirt, black pants and a capable ponytail. What is revealed between the eyebrows is the hazy spring scenery in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which forms a quiet picture with the misty rain outside the wooden window and is fixed in spring. She is only in her early twenties. I think she is an intern on vacation.

After that, she reached out and pulled out a book from the shelf and handed it to me.

"If you like French, take this book to read. This book is enlightenment. "

Her voice is really beautiful.

But it sounds harsh to me.

This is not bullying me!

I began to use tricks out of thin air.

"Who said I don't understand French? Although I am only 8 years old this year, I won't lie to you! I have been to France, but I have been learning French since I was a child! "

She's not angry either. She just asked me, "Do you know where the capital of France is? London or Xian? "

"Er ... this ... um ... I don't know." She's not bored, I am!

"I just went to France to play! I didn't go to the capital! How do I know! "

I was so angry that I took the original French book and pretended to understand it even if I didn't understand it.

She looked at me and saw that if I hadn't done anything too much, I would have gone back to work.

I just pretend to be reading a book and look at her from time to time-she has the book that the guest wants to buy.

I won the first battle with my elder sister.

Mother asked me to wait for her here, and she will be back soon, but the teenager's mind is always uneasy. Looking at the people turning pages, I started running, jumping and screaming in the library! Some people frown when they see me like this, but they don't say anything Others want to teach me a lesson, but they can't catch me running as fast as a rabbit.

So, my second war with her began again.

She came to pick me up.

This time I decided to use ... um ... to divert my attention!

"Hey, big sister, look, that old uncle wants to buy books."

"Hey, big sister, look, that little sister is looking for a book."

"Hey, big sister, look, that aunt needs help."

..... However, she was unmoved.

She is not as gentle as last time.

She was annoyed.

"Little sister! The library is not a vegetable market. People want to study. This is a clean study place. How can others learn when you are in trouble? "

She should be very dissatisfied with my behavior this time.

But even when she is angry, she is quiet, for fear of disturbing the people who are reading quietly next to her.

"Well, be good, little sister." She is gentle and authentic, and her eyes are tired. "When my sister finishes, will my sister tell you a story?" Can I tell you something about French? "

She kept her word.

I lost the war. Just like I lost the last set.

If I don't overdo it, my sister won't be bored. I am blind, too. The elder sister in front of me has actually been to France. She used to study in France. She told me that the capital of France is Paris, not London or Xi ... She taught me French, although the situation was not ideal.

Then the holiday ended. Before I finished, I got into the habit of visiting my sister every day. Her every word, from winter to spring, awakened the spring scenery in front of the window, enlightened the ego and sprouted little knowledge. Later, she became my neighbor.

Between the whispers of Yan, I occasionally think that Wu has always been treasured in spring, and she has always been my neighbor.

Chapter four: This little pomegranate tree, which has always been with me, has won again in the struggle with fate. Dew on it after the rain seems to be the best reward for it.

The north wind roared and the rain kept on. There is only biting cold in my heart, and my nerves are constantly stinging. In the end, there is only numbness, and there seems to be no hope ahead. I have been exhausted and lost my way home because I failed in exams again and again.

I suddenly have an impulse to go out for a walk. I held up my umbrella and walked out of the door without taking into account my mother's questioning. Before I left, I seemed to capture the subtle disappointment in my mother's eyes.

I sighed deeply when I closed the door. Torn test papers, parents' sighs and teachers' eyes have been hovering in my mind, and I feel deeply confused. Walking aimlessly in the street, I kept sighing. Suddenly, I happened to see the little pomegranate tree.

The twig has branched into a "Y" shape, and there are some scattered leaves on the twig. Isn't that the sapling I planted in early spring last year? I vaguely remember my sudden interest that day. I buried a seed in the soil, then I forgot it and didn't cook it. Now it has grown into a small tree.

I stared at this pomegranate tree, which struggled in heavy rain and strong wind, and all the trees around it were bent by the strong wind. Only it still stands upright and works bravely.

In my mind, the process from a seed to a small tree has emerged. Without careful care, there is no comfortable environment, but it is not defeated but firmly fighting against fate! What about me? After a small failure, there is no reason to complain.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped. This little pomegranate tree has won again in the struggle against fate, and the dew on it after the rain seems to be the best reward for it.

I smiled. At that moment, I found that all the pain was left under the pomegranate tree, but I brought back the memory of the pomegranate tree: strong, brave and persistent. It makes me feel that nothing can't be crossed in the long river of life. Frustration is a stop on the road to growth. I deeply integrate my memories into my life and pursue the highlights of life.

It turns out that spring is always by my side.