The kindness of parents, like fire, will never go out. On a gloomy day, it was you who took me to climb Dongyue, and the streets were bustling, and I realized that "as soon as I climbed to the top of the mountain, I saw that all the other mountains looked short in the sky." . Let me find myself and hope again. On the day of defeat, you gave me a picture scroll. Beautiful butterflies danced under the sun, and the fragrance of self-confidence filled my whole body again, helping me to repair my broken wings and let me fly confidently in the blue sky. The day before the exam, it was you, running around in the noisy market, indulging in daily recipes, which made me feel very comfortable before the exam. It's my family who accompanied me through difficulties and hardships. You gave me life and happiness all my life.

Pure friendship, like the bright moon, illuminates the night.

In a friendly atmosphere, we walked hand in hand into the third grade. The whole class is trudging, and I just "turned on the red light" at this juncture. Everyone else sped up the motor and rushed forward, but I was forced to "stop for maintenance". I was so anxious that my relaxed nerves suddenly tightened. I carry a pack of exercises and simulated test papers every day, running between school and home. At school, the teacher's anxious expression made me fidget; At home, my parents' high expectations make me feel guilty. I began to taste the pain of being defeated. But for the competition, I got up again and tried my best to walk through this "rapids" with everyone.

Looking back on the days we walked together, it seems like reading a novel. The author of this novel is none other than ourselves. Now I have read it from beginning to end. Although naive, I think it's quite interesting, because that's the day we walked together!