2015年10月20日

A is the rains washed out bright road


Rain drops a little two memorial to commemorate our once upon a time.

The rainy night, the rain streamed down since the day, Dream beauty pro and I look at you leave of figure, a hoarse cry, you leave me, only a road was washed off the shiny...

A smoke hazy rain, a ridiculous mistake friendship, by extension, also from this end. Once promised to do best friend forever, but at that moment all unreal bubble, a touch namely broken.

It was a hot afternoon, cicadas in the tree as if tireless, constantly calling the hot, also don't know what it is doing exercises in the classroom we cried we cried or for its own. "Jingle bell," the class was over, I turned around, "cheng, let me see." She nodded without hesitation: "take it, I go to the toilet." Say and running. Her homework, I turned into the eye, is her son, but I am too busy to understand, because she will do to the last question, I don't know what is carried away, I was jealous, take out the colorless, in her workbooks wrote "cut, have what fantastic," attached below is a pig. Look at this picture "work", is not proud, proud of their "smart" feel small, the pens write word can only be seen with the light on the lid, I smiled to smile, and no one know, in all the exercise books to her.

The day of June, doll face, changeable, Dream beauty pro it was clear yesterday, it began to rain today, as if in warning. Indeed, in the morning, hold the exercise books came into the classroom, the teacher word, open the exhibition booth, the first thing you encounter is a pig head, eyes painted, one large and one small the whole class laughed, except my teacher and I. Glared teacher at cheng: "Cheng Yue, you still have face to laugh, this is your homework!" Instantly, the whole class's eyes turned to her, but I think the clear is my eyes on, in order not to let people think I'm a "guilty", I slowly turned his head, "this is not my paintings," she tried to argue. "Who are not you draw, maybe is my picture?" The teacher asks. They quarrel, in the end, she sighed and show helpless face, said: "yes..." "Is my painting! I can't stand, stood up and explained. From yesterday to now, only the teacher, routine, and I took her homework, both can be ruled out, before I become a biggest suspected, but in order to maintain my cheng, she would rather will all wrong took it on her own, also blame me, not far away in that too much misunderstanding, too many sad, are you block for me, and I don't even have a thank you. I slowly turned around to, but I dare not lift eyes looking at her, because I know must be full of disappointment in her eyes, in this way, we had a long standoff, I don't know, to her, nu skin hong kong what is the most precious? Think twice, cheng has run away, I kept chasing her, but she ran faster and faster, I don't catch, can only helplessly looking at her figure, more and more far, until finally disappeared. Instantly, I see, she was thinking of just is a rare friendship, and I personally will to bury this hard-won friendship! Until after losing to know, unfortunately, I understand that it's too late...

The regret of the setting sun, turn on the light, lost; Lost night, stars, and clear. The road was washed off the shiny, I had left regret.
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