The story of me and so-and-so is 2 words

I am as close as brothers to someone

If God gives me a fine horse, I will cherish it as a treasure. I will ask the best hair trimmer in the house to trim its mane, feed it the most nutritious food in the world every day, and match it with the most noble and beautiful decoration, so that it can become the most vigorous and handsome horse in the world.

If I had such a fine horse, I would let it take me through the time tunnel and go back to February 9th, the day when I was born ten years ago. I want to see if I was as white as my mother said, * * * * *, and see the excited expressions of my grandparents and my parents.

If I had such a fine horse, I would let it take me into the fairy tale of The Journey to the West, and exchange mounts with the Tang Priest. He rode my horse, and I sat on the back of "Bai Longma" and went to the Western Heaven to get the scriptures together. In that case, history will be rewritten by me, and modern people don't know what new version of The Journey to the West will be written.

If I had such a fine horse, I would ride it over my hometown, Xinyu, overlooking the beautiful city where I live every day, and take pictures of the city with a camera to make beautiful commemorative albums for my good friends.

If I have such a fine horse, I will take it as my favorite partner and take good care of it every day. As long as it is willing, I will follow it everywhere every day!

The story between me and someone

The hymn of my friend

... Friendship is spring rain, sunshine and bridge, which can always make people feel warm, comforting and happy. A true friend will always be honest with you, and may sometimes say some "unpleasant" words to you.

Censijia and I are close friends. We go to the same kindergarten and primary school, often play games together, go home together after school, and we can hear our laughter everywhere. If we don't see each other for a day, it's like we haven't met for a year, and we will be worried about each other in our hearts.

One thing that impressed me the most was that it happened on a snowy morning, and it also made me deeply realize the sincerity of friendship between friends.

Two years ago that winter morning, I called Censijia and asked her out to play. Before going out, my mother repeatedly told me to put on more clothes, but I thought I couldn't go out skiing with too many clothes, and it wasn't too cold outside. In this way, wearing only two thin clothes, I ran out of the house and went downstairs to Censijia's house. Unexpectedly, she even said to me, "I don't want to go unless you go home and add clothes!" " I suddenly became angry: "Why are you as wordy as my mother?" So I went home in a huff.

In the evening, I found a new email from Censijia in my mailbox: "I'm sorry, I'm just afraid you're freezing. In the future, we must increase or decrease clothes with the cold and warm weather. By the way, let's go skiing again tomorrow. " Suddenly, a warm current flooded into my heart ...

The alarm clock woke me up before the first ray of sunshine came into the house in the morning. I crawled up and sent an email to Censijia: "It's cold, so you should pay attention to keep warm! Otherwise I won't play with you! "

The story between me and someone

There have been many interesting stories between my classmates and me.

On one occasion, I celebrated 6

My story composition with someone

"My mother and I

beg: a composition with the theme of" My story with someone "! ! ! !

My story with her

That time, I chose tolerance, and the bright moon lit up our friendship.

When the bell rang for self-study in the evening, I walked into the classroom and saw her sitting in the classroom, who usually likes to beat wildly outside, with a rare sad expression on her face.

I walked over and said, "Are you okay?" I asked. She still bowed her head to write her homework and replied, "I'm fine." The teacher is coming, you are quick to return! " The uncharacteristic indifference startled me. What's the matter with her? I returned to my seat anxiously and the teacher began to lecture.

About halfway through the class, she suddenly sent a note with her delicate handwriting on it. But today, it seems that the handwriting is as listless as her, and the above words make me very worried. The note reads: "What would you do if your friend betrayed or cheated you?" I thought for a moment, and suddenly I remembered the scene in the morning ...

After the second class in the morning, the head teacher called me to the office and asked me, "I heard that you wrote a letter to the monitor recently? You know, you are all from grade three, so don't distract yourself. Studying hard is the first task! " I was confused and explained at once. God knows how long it took me to convince the teacher that it was totally untrue. Who is so hateful, even spreading rumors in front of the teacher!

Look at this note again. I suddenly realized that I put it in my pocket. Look at the sky, the mirror is hanging high.

after class, I dragged her to the rooftop. A bright moon hangs wittily overhead, and the moonlight flows freely without the shelter of flowing clouds.

I looked at the moon and said to her, "Look at that bright moon, no matter whether it is sunny or rainy, what remains unchanged is her pure heart. I want to give it to you and use it to light up our friendship. Don't say anything, we are still good friends! " She froze with tears in her eyes, then lowered her head and cried.

Since then, we can be seen on campus again. We are still good friends and closest friends. In the face of betrayal, I chose tolerance. No matter what she said to the teacher for that purpose, I decided not to pursue it, just because we are good friends.

On that occasion, I gave her a bright moon to light friendship with tolerance and tolerate mistakes with tolerance. It is inevitable that there will be frustrations and mistakes on the road of life. At this time, understanding and tolerance between people are particularly precious. So, my friend, please send her a bright moon, because this bright moon will illuminate everything and resolve everything!

just change it.

I wrote 2~3 words with someone.

One night, after dinner, I looked at my watch. It was just seven o'clock. I said to my mother, "It's still early. Let's play badminton with me for a while." Mom said brightly, "Yes, let's go."

We went downstairs. I threw the ball hard, and then skillfully tapped it with the racket, and the ball flew out at once. When my mother saw that the ball was so high, she took advantage of the opportunity to spike it. I quickly stepped forward and picked the ball up. My mother was negligent, and as a result, the ball just fell on the ground in front of her. In the next few balls, my mother made mistakes again and again. This round, I easily won the first game. I am very happy.

the second round of competition has begun. Mom started with a high ball, but I missed it even though I jumped three feet high. I am very sad. The next ball, because I pushed too hard, flew out of the court and missed again and again, which made me so disappointed!

I was not interested in playing any more, so I ended the game on the pretext that I was tired.

how about a story about me and someone

something fantastic?

But there are more than 4, words to change by myself.

One day, I strolled to the Naihe Bridge, and there was a faint sob in the darkness. I walked over and saw that it was a female ghost crying there. I asked her why she stayed here, and she said that she accidentally put out the lantern that lit up the reincarnation road. I am also willing to help others (ghosts) when I am in a good mood. At that time, I was in a good mood, so I said I could take her to the reincarnation department. She wiped her tears and smiled at me: "Thank you." In a flash, my chest seems to have been hit by something, and my heart is in a mess … I have never seen a ghost with such a beautiful smile, but I just feel that my feet seem to have softened …

When I arrived at the reincarnation department, the manager checked her records and said that she died in vain and could not be reincarnated, so she could only live in the city of death in vain. She burst into tears, and I suddenly relented and asked the boss if she could be reborn. The boss got angry and scolded me, which made me tremble, and she was too scared to cry again. I was dejected and despondent and took her to report to the city in vain. I didn't say a word on the way. When I arrived in the city of death, I let her in. She nodded and walked into the city. I watched her go away. At this moment, she looked back at me and added, "Thank you." Her figure gradually disappeared in the city gate, leaving me standing there.

as the days passed, I was surprised to find that I still missed her. So I occasionally go to the city of death and secretly look at her. I found that she often hurried to Wangxiangtai early, watched it all day, and then left in tears. I don't know why, every time I see her crying, I want to cry ...

Spring has quietly left, and the scattered flowers have turned into flying snow all over the sky. When the swallows return, the sky is accompanied by a brilliant sunset. The distant ones have disappeared into the eyes like water, and the new ones have long been branded on my heart. Inadvertently, there is a faint heart-warming mood, but it still seems to haunt me, and I never went home with Southern Yan.

I found her grave on Qingming Day that year. In front of a handful of loess, a glass of wine, three-color fruit, two people crying, an adult and a child. I gawked at the two men, a kind of sadness and loss that I had never felt before. I stayed there for a long time until late at night. After drinking a glass of human wine, the bad wine is bitter, but I can't feel what it tastes like in my heart. Once, I inadvertently asked Bai impermanent eldest brother how a person who died in vain can be reborn. He said it needed cause and effect. I asked what is cause and effect. He said that cause and effect is actually the price. If someone gives the chance of reincarnation to someone who has no chance, then they can be reborn. And he said, this opportunity * * * will not be willing to give it to others.

It's been a long time, and the master of reincarnation called me and said that I have been practicing for 5 years. Ask me what my options are. I said I would like to be reborn, and the reincarnation manager asked me where I would like to go, and I said I would like her to be reborn. The boss stared at me, and Bai impermanence was even more surprised that his tongue fell to the ground. The master told me that if I gave up my 5-year career, I would be a ghost pawn again. I said, "I am willing to do this." After that, I left quietly. At this time, my heart was calm, as if nothing had happened ... < P > On the day she left, I secretly watched her until she drank Meng Popo's tea soup and got on the turntable. Far away, I can't see her anymore. I can't help coming out of my hiding place and looking into the distance. Meng Popo looked at me in surprise, sighed slowly, and continued to fiddle with her tea soup ... < P > I'm a ghost pawn again, and I'm still in charge of patrolling. I go to Naiheqiao Head every day to have a look. I believe that one day, I can see her again ...

Day after day, I stayed by the bridge day after day, and I can't count the days.

The reincarnation master called me again, saying that I have been in hell for another 5 years, and I can choose my own future path. After the boss finished speaking, I was at a loss. It was another 5 years. I stayed by the bridge every day for these 5 years, but why didn't I see her come back? The boss sighed when he saw my insanity. In the confusion, I came to the Naihe Bridge again. By this bridge, I sat for 1 years, and by this bridge, I waited for 5 years. 5 years of vicissitudes of life, even the stubborn stones are covered with moss. I didn't wait for her return … Later, Bai impermanence told me that if a person is reincarnated, God knows what she will look like, whether she is a woman or a man.

I suddenly found myself so stupid and dull. Why is there such an arrangement? My eyes were misty with tears in an instant … in the bottomless darkness, a crying ghost.

This time, I don't know what I should expect ... Everything in the past has passed, such as the tears in my dream last night, which can't be found now. Endless thoughts in the dream, vaguely remember sonorous as a drum, shocking the world to collapse. When I wake up, I only leave fragments that can't be pieced together, such as ancient words, which I can't talk about. But the whisper that makes people vaguely remember is like the brilliance of lightning, tearing the eternal night sky in my mind. I don't know what I dreamed, and I don't want to pursue the floating clouds in my dream. I know, I won't be sad, and naturally I won't cry. There are too many sad things in the world of mortals. It's hard to fill in laughter when you write lyrics by hand, but it's fun in the world. Who knows? And I am like a wild flower in the wind and frost, I don't know who I will bloom for. Like a lonely weed in a wasteland, I don't know who it will be green for.

I once again gave up my desire to be reborn. I am afraid to see the world of mortals that tempt me again … I am afraid to see a captivating smile that I can't forget … The reincarnation manager sighed that a ghost entangled in dust and evil like me can't be an immortal. I am still sitting next to Naihe Bridge, being a ghost pawn, waiting for someone who may no longer exist.

sitting at the bridge again, I looked at the ghosts crossing the bridge. Their faces seemed to be written with a story. In their empty eyes, it seemed to tell the past moment. Looking at their confusion, I am glad that I still have consciousness. I gradually understand that the world has given all people countless question marks, and where do you need to find the answers? Hell? I don't think so, because there are too many question marks in my heart.

I'm back to the days when there is no joy, no hope, no sorrow, and a ghost. The letter hand blows the string, which should be along with the nature of Long song, but the piano sounds bitterness, the cuckoo cries blood, and the lover misses home. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, so they insist on saying sorrow in order to assign new words … who can know the two key words in the chaotic string and worry all their lives! The string follows the heart, and it is difficult to hate the hand. It is only given a half-broken word and a sad song. After thousands of years of degradation, I only picked up countless incomplete bits and pieces in my mind. Looking back, things are not vivid. I hope to gather the bits and pieces of my memory, but it turns into a wild boat.

As the days go on, I walk by the bridge day by day. Although I no longer look forward to it, I can't help looking over every time I pass by to see if there is a shadow from the bridge that I can't forget. Every time I do this, I will secretly feel stupid and scold myself a few words in my heart, but I will do this stupid thing as long as I get here. Even I went to the city of death in a nervous way to see if there was any soul crying on the homesickness platform. In the later days, I began to regret why I didn't say the last word to her when she left; Regret why she secretly hid when she left without looking at her one last time; Regret that when she left … the world was lucky to have a memory and remember the color of the world; There are memories in the world, and you can remember the gloom of the world. The magic of time overlaps color with black and white, tears it, scatters it … leaving pieces of paper flying all over the sky for me to chase and piece together … for the forgotten, the unforgettable, the unforgettable, everything.

The flowers that bloom in the spring rain fly down with the autumn wind, and the petals dance lightly, making the last delicate and charming sing a reluctant love song in the sun. Petals that don't want to leave,