Lyric prose of classmates' friendship

It's a little difficult for me to recall everything about Xianer one by one. But as long as you think about it with your heart, it is not without traces. At that time, I was not happy next semester in my second year of high school. Different from the first semester, A Xing, an effective old friend, humorously teased each other after class, which made life much more interesting. My high school life is that the first semester of senior one is very happy and the second semester is very depressed; The first semester of senior two is very proud, and the second semester is also very frustrated! To sum up, the reason is whether there are intimate friends in the class, which determines whether I am happy or not. I have said many times that the first semester of senior two is in the same class as Xianer. At that time, she impressed me as a beautiful lily. Her innocence, her femininity, her graceful appearance and her small jasper look make people feel like leaving. This is also my character, because all the girls I like dare not get too close to her, let alone talk to them. So she is like a pure lily, decorating my little dream.

Once, she passed by me and seemed to knock on my desk intentionally or unintentionally. -I remember it very well. At that time, I also analyzed with emotion whether she was intentional or unintentional. She was knocking, and I was knocking. At that time, because A Xing was sitting behind me, he and I had developed from a very bad relationship to a very close relationship, and we could laugh at each other. We are all very happy about it. There is no doubt that A Xing and I played a joke, and she was also influenced by the class. Because of this, it is not impossible for me to be a beautiful and loving person. I have her in my eyes, and she must have noticed it in her eyes, and then she has me in her eyes.

At that time, I was addicted to reading Qiong Yao's novels. I read Qiong Yao's novels almost every day, sometimes at night. One day, while I was watching, a female classmate of my junior high school came to me with her. This classmate is in her seat. The classmate asked: Do you read these books, too? I said, yeah. Xianer eyes looked at me, I don't know how to feel my face burning.

Boys also read these novels? Is he too girly? I don't know. I only remember that when I was in primary school, I was scolded by the class teacher and said that Xiaojincheng was a girl's name. I didn't know what it meant then, but I understand it today. The teacher said from the name that my personality is very girlish.

Since I bought a small tape recorder for the Mid-Autumn Festival at that time, I suddenly felt that my past life was too depressing, as if it was the result or reason of not being accompanied by music. Seriously, after I had it, I really felt very comfortable. Listening to music became my most beautiful auditory feeling. Because my heart has something to send and my feelings have something to trust, my sense of happiness is rising and expanding. As a result, I am more proud of the spring breeze and more witty. Of course, I don't know if Xianer is secretly clapping for me and appreciating me more and more. But I feel that while carrying forward my temperament, I also carry forward her love for me, which is beyond doubt. I have her in my heart and she has me in her heart. The classroom cleaning that night seemed to prove it. I do something on my website. She cleaned the classroom, but she came to ask me to borrow my small tape recorder. I remember Dicky Cheung's Who Do You Love Me Like was played by her on the spot with my little machine. There were not many people in the classroom at that time. I am very glad that I can provide such help for her. I'm so happy. I just ate a peach. And then a song "Once in a Thousand Years" pushed the emotion to a climax. I seem to have waited for a thousand years, and now it's finally here-when singing this song, I caught a glimpse of her unusual eyes, which shocked me: everyone was deeply moved by this song! It's like everyone once fell in love with that story and took this song as their soul, but when we grew up, it gradually blurred. Today, we are familiar with it and are shocked by it. The legend of white snake, sad love story, today two young boys and girls met at the same time and place in an instant! I don't mean ordinary meeting, you know. If the early encounter of Boya is a "mountain stream", then today's encounter between men and women is a "once in a thousand years".

I have to restrain my mood of meeting, otherwise, I can't write it down properly.

Probably the National Day. There is an evening performance on campus. On the edge of the stadium, singing and dancing, bright lights. But I didn't touch it, because I was above the classroom. You can also watch the celebrations on the stage from a distance, because the teaching building faces the whole playground. I moved a chair and sat in the corridor of the teaching building, listening to music while watching the party.

Kind XianEr she also accompanied me around,-she also wandering, really a little surprised. Like me, she watched from a distance. When I found that she was not far from me, I felt very gratified! If only I had the courage to take advantage of this godsend opportunity to talk to her, talk to her! Unfortunately, I don't have the guts. I just listened to a song by Ruby Lin over and over again. I remember it as "the only woman I love". But she came to borrow my tape recorder again, so I lent it to her gladly, and the tape inside was also lent to her. I don't know how she felt when she heard this song by Ruby Lin, but when I looked at her expression, it seemed to mean a lot. That night, her company was warm and gentle, and I dare not forget it in my life. Her personality is lively and natural, and she is the darling of nature, similar to Dora in david copperfield. I was fascinated by her, just as David was fascinated by Dora. Today, I can only say this; On that day, I didn't know how to tell her, let alone that she was ashamed of my heart. Maybe I'm also a little fool in Dora's mouth.

Memories are getting pale and haggard, but I still have to look for it slowly to restore a love that I had in my early years and is now gone. Yesterday's days can't stay, and today's days are still sad. Recall and enjoy.

That semester passed day by day, but one day, Xianer left me. She transferred to the key class 10 class. I know she has high ideals, because the future of key classes is clearer than that of ordinary classes. So she almost disappeared from my sight. But it's almost the same, because she almost ran to our class after class to chat up boys. Was behind my back. But she never talks to me. I am so jealous.

Probably with the intern teachers of Yulin Normal University. In this photo, there is a fragrant shadow of Xianer. I remember that on the day of the photo shoot, Xianer happily came to take a photo with us. If I were you, I wouldn't have the courage to run back and take a photo with my classmates in another class. Does she really miss her former classmates? Or do you miss someone among your classmates? I don't know. All I know is that I'm glad to see her in that photo forever. She wears a casual white T-shirt and a pair of elegant shoes, which blend in with us. And this photo is long gone. If you want to find her shadow at that time, it has become impossible. It tastes delicious! She, remember when I was young? And everyone's innocence We all grew up in an innocent age, with innocent feelings and innocent faces. Oh, we are in Class 08, Grade Two!

People always choose again in the wrong choice.

So, we all chose level 05. From science to liberal arts. We mean Xianer and me. We meet again.

At the moment when we moved the desks and chairs to the new classroom, we all realized that we had met. It looked as if she was waiting for me to move the table to the clearing, but I didn't choose there, which was very annoying. My personality, how can I leave when I clearly love it? What am I afraid of? Why don't I have the courage and trust? If you lift the table in front of her as she wishes, she will appreciate you. Her eyes, the way she looks at you, so obvious, so expecting! Really don't understand amorous feelings.

In this way, under the depressing circumstances, the second semester of senior two began.

Today, how I miss that innocent time! Although there were times of depression and trouble in those years, to be honest, after years of precipitation, only gratifying and lovely memories were left. Why are people used to nostalgia for the past? It is because of time that the old man healed all the wounds with his gentle hands, and the wounds healed long ago. He became the strong man in the past. What a rare good girl Xianer is! I will remember and cherish this life. She is a beautiful lily, blooming in my heart forever!

Let me quote a poem by Tagore to describe my deep affection for Xianer:

Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

Let me quote Xu Zhimo's poem again to express my deep affection for Xianer:

The gentleness of bowing your head is the most, like a water hibiscus invincible shyness in the cool breeze. ...

In fact, Xianer is not as shy as Shi Ma said, but I am much more shy than her. Because I dare not say to her boldly: I love you already. She is not ashamed to be defeated, but I am ashamed to dare not. I quote this poem because I think it is beautiful.

Xianer is a city girl. She is not ashamed. Even if she was ashamed, she just sat there with a red face and refused to bow her head. I'll see her when I confess to her in senior three. I don't have the courage to say I love her. It's two semesters in senior two.

The second semester of senior two is too hard. In the classroom, I feel uncomfortable sitting in my seat most of the time. I didn't talk to people around me, and I was in a panic. I feel guilty and confused because I feel like a puppet. Xianer, she must have sensed my unhappiness.