My cousin and I composition

Tonight I unexpectedly received a call from my cousin. She and I chatted for a long time, asking each other about each other's work, the biggest gain during this period, and talking about our hometown.

After hanging up the phone reluctantly, I felt very happy and recalled all the past experiences between her and me. My cousin is more than a year older than me, but I have never called her sister, and she has never treated me as her sister, because in our minds we have always been good friends. My cousin and I entered the school together. There was only one class for each grade in that school, so of course she and I were in the same grade and the same class. We were very close friends at that time. We went to school together every day, went to school together, did homework together, and played together every day during the holidays. During class, we often changed seats with other classmates to sit together, discuss topics with each other, and comment on the teacher. At that time, we also liked to rely on each other. When we encountered trouble, you would push me and I would push you. Once, we went to make an appointment with another classmate who played well with us to go to school. We did not dare to go directly to that classmate's house to find her. , and I was afraid that other classmates would see us and think we had sneaked out to play, so you pushed me and I pushed you. No one wanted to enter the classmate's door first. Later, I hid behind the classmate's house and called her, and I pushed her and shouted, She pushed me and yelled. When my classmates heard voices coming out, they yelled loudly when they saw it was us. We were both trembling with fright. We thought we were discovered by other classmates. Our classmates doubled up with laughter, and we quickly blamed each other. When she got up, she said that I didn’t dare to enter my classmate’s house because I was afraid of my classmate’s parents. I said that she was afraid that her classmate’s parents and teachers would complain. If you don’t let me and I won’t let you, the classmate pulled us apart and said "We're going to be late", we stopped quickly and went to school happily.

We were like this when we were children. We were very happy when we played together, the things we played were very funny, and we made a lot of jokes. She and I together weaved a part of our happy childhood, but she and I also had a very unpleasant past, and we feel regret when we recall this past.

That happened after we had summer vacation after finishing third grade. One morning I went to her house to play and watched TV for a while. After watching the TV, I had nothing to do, so I took out her things and played with them. I tried on her sister's shoes. When she saw it, she yelled and said I shouldn't. When she made her house such a mess and messed with her things, I criticized her and said, "Why are you making such a big fuss? You just need to move some things, but I have to move them." Then we started to quarrel. Children are like this. They insist on winning over trivial matters and refuse to give in to each other. Otherwise, children will get over it immediately when they quarrel. But she and I both refuse to admit defeat. If she doesn’t talk to me first, I won’t. We talked to her and got angry with each other. From then on, I didn’t go to her house and she didn’t come to mine.

My cousins ??all said that we both had bad tempers. If we quarreled, we wouldn’t go to each other’s homes, and our homes have no grudges against us. But we remained indifferent, and no one wanted to give in first. Thinking about it now, we were really tolerant at that time. We obviously wanted to play together and do homework together as before, and we obviously wanted to admit our mistakes to each other, but we didn't do what we wanted to do. Three years later, we are still enemies. We are both going to junior high school. She and I are the only two people in the village who are going to junior high school. It is far away from home. You can’t ignore me and I can’t, so my mother just gives in. I first called her sister and told her that I was younger and should admit my mistake to her first. I listened to my mother and thought that we were all going to junior high school, so I gave in. The next day I wrote a letter and asked my brother to send it to her. To my surprise, she was more stubborn than I thought. She didn't read the letter, nor did she reply to me. I just gave in that time, but she didn't.

Three years passed in a flash, and we didn’t speak for six whole years. It wasn’t until we were in the third grade of junior high school that we reconciled. We were day students in the first and second grades of junior high school. In the third grade of junior high school, we went to study very late every day and got up early in the morning. My mother and uncle were worried that we would be unsafe on the road if we left study hall late at night. They went their separate ways. We must go to school and rent a house. After we rented a house on campus, we always slept on the same bed. She and I slept on the same bed. We slowly started to talk, but rarely, and we only spoke a few words when we had no choice but to talk. After all, it has been 6 years and we still have to get to know each other again like strangers.

After finishing the third grade of junior high school, we got together for a whole year. Because of the tense life of the third grade of junior high school, we were so busy that we rarely talked together. The one year of getting along did not make us look back. Back to the past, back to the past it was so good, we just seemed like people we knew. Until the day when she saw the scores of the high school entrance examination, she went to my house and asked me to go with her. We talked a lot about what we wanted to do in the future, what our biggest wish was, and what kind of university we wanted to go to. That day, we Only then can we truly reconcile, truly return to the past, and truly become good friends like before.

Now, we are all working in different jobs. We often call each other to check on each other. We chat for several hours and tell each other everything we are happy and unhappy about. Although we are far apart from each other, we still feel happy. The heart is very close. This is the story between me and her. Looking back on this story and those 6 years, we really lost a lot.

If we hadn't been unwilling to give in, we might have had a happier childhood. If we hadn't been unwilling to give in, we might have been good confidants for a longer time. Although we are reconciled now, living in two places, we just I can lament that the time we were friends was too short, and we could only pay a heavy price for our unwillingness to give in at that time. Is there anything in this world that cannot be forgiven? Everything is decided by yourself, don't miss the stars and the moon.