The sad diary of the second and third day of junior high school.

We are in the same classroom every day, facing the same everything.

In class together every day, you always shout the loudest, which makes the teacher laugh and cry.

Every day we fight together and laugh until we cry.

That's it, every day, every day, where do you want to part? ..

And now, how reluctant, how reluctant.

Let me ask you, will you give up on me?

You looked at me, smiled and said nothing.

I have understood.

We are no longer children. We know how to give up some things to get others.

I always tell myself that I am not afraid, because we are so close, God will take care of us and put us in the same class. ....

You wrote it in the yearbook, a friend and a lifelong friend.

No matter the end of the world or the end of the earth, call me and I will find you.

If you cry, I can't promise to make you laugh, but I will cry with you.

We are friends. Forever.