Write a narrative composition with full marks in the senior high school entrance examination.

Standing on the cement road of primary school again, looking at the drizzle, I was at a loss for a long time before I found myself in the rain again. It seems that this habit cannot be changed. I smiled, and a sadness welled up in my heart.

I still remember the happy time in primary school, the angelic girl who brought me happiness.

At that time, I was in the fourth grade of primary school, and my parents transferred me. At that time, I was very introverted and afraid to talk to people I didn't know. I always sit alone in the seat at the back of the classroom, watching the freshmen joke. Now that I think about it, at that time, those students who were joking might be laughing at me like a mute, but I was afraid to talk to them. At that time, I felt as if I was the only one in the world.

One day, it began to rain in Mao Mao for no reason. I look at the sky, but I have an impulse to be caught in the rain.

The drizzle attracted me to sit down on the swing, close my eyes and feel the rain on my hair. The neck is cold and wet. After a while, the warmth from my hand slowly opened my closed eyes and I saw a delicate face. She has long hair, her eyes are aura, and her mouth is slightly raised. She asked me, "Can I play with weighing?" I didn't speak, just nodded. She sat next to me and began to talk to me. Listening to her talk, I suddenly felt very warm and felt that she was like a sister. After a while, driven by her, we played. I was on the swing, and she pushed me where I could reach the clouds, and then I fell down. Every time I look at the sky, I seem to reach out and touch it, but it is so far away. I played with her for a long time, sitting on the same swing, swinging to the same place within reach, watching her rippling smile and listening to her silvery laughter. Trance is a dream.

For a long time, the bell rang and we walked to the classroom together. When I walked to the door of the classroom, I stopped her and blushed and said what I hesitated for a long time: "Can I be your good friend forever?" She looked at me and nodded with a smile. I suddenly feel that it is not difficult to talk to others, and no one will care about my every word. Then, laughing at me is just my own unnecessary worry. Since then, we have been eating together and doing homework together every day ... but such a day has gone away from us unconsciously, and it is getting farther and farther. We grew up slowly, time changed her and me, and we became strangers to each other.

When I woke up from my memory, I found two little girls sitting on the swing in the playground, just like me and her. A girl pointed at me and said, "That sister is crying!" The other said, "No, can't you see it's raining?" "It's rain, not tears." Listening to their words, I subconsciously touched my cheek and really couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

I turned and left, leaving a footprint and a string of memories, so that she could stay in the deepest part of her memory and bloom the most beautiful flowers!