I am so lucky to be able to write 600 words.

I am so lucky that I wrote 600 words as follows:

Everyone wants to be lucky, including me. For six years, my friend's memory is like a song, sad, bright and warm, which makes me reluctant to forget, stay in the deepest part of my mind and think of it often. I remember the six years that passed in a hurry. The school uniforms were all put in the closet and pressed at the bottom of the box.

Looking back, I always put things behind me. The old red scarf whose color was stolen by years has been lost in a corner of the campus for a long time. Some memento mori are fixed in my mind. When they are connected in series with Ping, the leaves just turn green and sway with the wind.

We talked and laughed on the road, and the bird sent us away with its wonderful song. As soon as we got to school, we heard the bell ring, and we hurried back to the classroom. Maybe our feet are a little bad. We scuffled at the door of the classroom, and the whole class looked at us and laughed. Even the class teacher standing on the podium was a little in stitches, and Ping helped me up from the ground.

Asked softly, "Are you all right?" I patted my chest and praised: "Nothing! This little wrestling is nothing to me, Chen Daxia. " After the hilarious laughter, the teacher changed his face and asked seriously, "Why are you two late?" I said confidently, "I sent a lost child home." His parents also said they would come to school to thank me! "

The teacher said with a grain of salt, "Don't be late next time!" I stole a smile from Ping. The teacher is so gullible. Ping shares everything with me. She cared about me, supported me, encouraged me, and made me spend six years of school life happily. Whenever there is a break, there are always two figures strolling in front of the teaching building. At this time, all other thoughts disappeared, and only the two of us were joking with each other.

Walking hand in hand in the shopping mall, we mourn for spring and autumn, secretly sigh and feel the changeable world. Although these past events are like a song, they are short but beautiful. The sad melody flutters and melts like snowflakes, but it records the good times between peace and my growing footprints.

I smiled silently. It turns out that my memory can be so clear that I can see every smile and hear every joke. I didn't expect that I was so lucky to have such a good friend to accompany me through six years of primary school life ... I was so lucky.