Why can't I find an essay "Duan Xiaoci, I have passed your old wound" in the emotional reader? The author is cold in running water.

When I appeared at the airport with unkempt hair, I saw my mother, brother and Duan Xiaoci at a glance.

Duan Xiaoci, you know, the moment I saw you, the past flashed in my mind like a movie.

I know you have forgiven me, but I don't know that this time I will inevitably get over your old injury.

I fell in love with playing table tennis when I was in the fourth grade. Go to the stadium with a few buddies every afternoon, and a dozen is an afternoon.

Every time I go, Duan Xiaoci and her sisters jump rubber bands next to the table tennis case. She is wearing a white skirt, flying like a white butterfly on the flowers.

I am a bad player, and I don't know why. As long as the ball touches my racket, it will fly far away.

"Mr, where are you playing ball? Do you have trouble with the ball? Haha, you picked up the ball this afternoon. " My old enemy, Xu Li, leaned back on the ping-pong box with a racket, laughing her head off.

"Hum, Xu Li, you return not bashful say others! Think about it. When you first started learning, didn't you just pick up the ball with a racket? " Duan Xiaoci stopped skipping rope, bulging stare Xu Li said.

I saw Xu Li suddenly blushing and bowed her head painfully.

Duan Xiaoci, remember that time you said that we were best friends and that you would always be on my side. Recalling all kinds of childhood, even though the time has been mottled, your words still touched me.

Primary school, junior high school, until high school, we were inseparable until the sudden arrival of senior three, which made us smell a little terror.

You know, in our remote town, successfully passing the college entrance examination is undoubtedly the best way out of here.

Everyone knows that if we can't seize this unique opportunity, what awaits us is to take over from our parents in a lifeless state-owned steel plant, then get married and have children, and we will be imprisoned in this beautiful but hopeless town for the rest of our lives. This seems to be a dead road, in our age of 16.

"Chen Dong, let's go to the math teacher's house tomorrow morning and ask her to tell us something about the paper." Duan Xiaoci told me with a math paper that we were both ugly.

"If I don't go, I will go for nothing. My math is hopeless. " After that, I kneaded the math paper into a ball, drew a beautiful arc in the sky and flew out.

I saw a dim light in Duan Xiaoci's eyes. After all, at this juncture of the third year of high school, mistakes in any subject will become Waterloo in the college entrance examination campaign.

I raised my chin and said, "Duan Xiaoci, I'm a little afraid of the college entrance examination."

Duan Xiaoci was dazed and said, "Forget it, don't talk about these troubles. Let me show you my latest novel. " Then she took out her latest novel from her bag.

Duan Xiaoci has been fascinated by writing since junior high school, and new works come out every week. But she didn't contribute or show it to anyone except me, so I became her first and only reader.

"Here, look carefully. You can tell me what's wrong. " Duan Xiaoci handed it to me and told me seriously.

To tell the truth, this article is well written. It's about a hedgehog who falls in love with a rose growing in the desert, but can't get close to each other. The article has a beautiful name-"I passed by your old wound", and there is a touch of sadness between the lines.

Duan Xiaoci eagerly asked me, "What happened? Tell me quickly. "

I pretended not to care and said, "Just so-so, haha, there is still a lot of room for improvement."

"Every time, hum, will it kill you to praise it?" Duan Xiaoci's complaint came from behind and spread the youth of two 16-year-old children on the lush green grass through time and space.

In May, my math and Duan Xiaoci's didn't improve. I am unhappy every day, and Duan Xiaoci makes me happy in different ways every day.

One morning, Duan Xiaoci rushed to my side and said, "Chen Dong, I just saw a notice on the bulletin board downstairs, which is definitely a great good thing for both of us."

I said grumpily, "What are you excited about? Is it because the college entrance examination canceled math subjects? "

Duan Xiaoci said mysteriously, "Guess again, but it's a little close."

I said impatiently, "Forget it, I'm not in the mood to guess."

Duan Xiaoci winked and said, "Do you know about the joint entrance examination of five schools? Many foreign language schools only test Chinese and English this year, and our university dream has a chance. "

I couldn't believe my ears and quickly asked, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. However, there are very few places and high scores. We must seize this opportunity. " Duan Xiaoci said eagerly.

Such an exam is undoubtedly the best life-saving straw for Duan Xiaoci and me, who are only top-notch in Chinese and English and have a mess in other subjects.

Teacher Lin, the head teacher, is also full of confidence in us, but she also told us very seriously that the exam should go through a preliminary test and a second test, and the last one with the highest score can be admitted.

On the day of the exam, after fighting for several hours in the examination room, Duan Xiaoci and I walked out of the classroom with confidence, and the topics were within the scope of our review.

On the day when the retest list was announced, Duan Xiaoci and I were named, and Duan Xiaoci and I stood in front of the list and gave a high five. Duan Xiaoci said happily, "Chen Dong, you should cheer for the second interview, but I won't let you go to war."

Suddenly, I began to have a worry in my heart. The best definition between us now is to turn an enemy into a friend. At least in our school, Duan Xiaoci is my strongest opponent.

After waiting for the second interview for a few days, I stopped waiting for Duan Xiaoci to go home together, and she didn't take the initiative to find me. I know there is an invisible battle between us.

I remember that on the day when the list was published, Duan Xiaoci was superstitious and wore a red dress, but only my name was on the list. Our English scores are the same, but my Chinese is one point higher than hers.

I saw Duan Xiaoci quickly adjust his expression, shook hands with me and said, "Congratulations, Chen Dong."

However, I still saw tears in Duan Xiaoci's eyes. Her hands were sweaty.

Say that finish, she quickly pulled out her hand and turned and ran away.

On that occasion, I got full marks in my composition, which caused quite a stir in the school. A magazine also published my second-round exam composition.

Later, I was successfully admitted to the university and became the first lucky student in the school who didn't have to worry about the college entrance examination. The students around me are envious and jealous.

Many students in the class often say to Duan Xiaoci strangely, "Alas, it's a pity that the difference of one point is simply the distance between heaven and hell."

Every time, Duan Xiaoci bowed his head and walked away quickly after listening.

The day before I left school, the magazine sent the sample magazine to our school. The Chinese teacher was very excited and decided to watch my re-examination composition in the composition class.

The Chinese teacher was full of praise for this composition, and all the students in the class listened carefully and were deeply moved by the article.

Only Duan Xiaoci and I buried our heads very low, and I even saw Duan Xiaoci's shoulders shaking slightly.

In September of that year, I finally went to college as I wished. Duan Xiaoci, on the other hand, didn't play well in mathematics and just reached the junior college level. Later, Duan Xiaoci took over his father's class and worked in the state-owned steel plant in our town.

During the summer vacation of junior year, she saw me from a distance, but she ran away without saying a word. I know, Duan Xiaoci, it is impossible to forgive me in my life.

In fact, no one knows that my re-examination composition "I have passed your old injury" completely copied the article that Duan Xiaoci showed me before.

After the composition exam, I went to Duan Xiaoci, hoping that she wouldn't turn me in. She squatted in the corner, burying her face in her hands, and didn't say a word until dark. I know Duan Xiaoci is paying homage to his college dream.

Later, I went to graduate school and went abroad. I knew that my life might have belonged to Duan Xiaoci. We haven't seen each other since, until we returned to China this time and met Duan Xiaoci at the airport. I know-you finally chose that humble year. It's just that I went through your old wound again.