The chirping of cicadas hastened the pace of the high school entrance examination. There is worry and reluctance in my heart. What I worry about is whether those days and nights of trying my best will come true. What I am reluctant to leave are those few real friends I met when I transferred to Class 1 in September of that year. On a drizzling weekend, Qiao Yu'an opened his notebook and wrote down their story - starting from a Polaroid, of the five girls, some were laughing and some were laughing. This is a story about friendship, and about those sour and warm youth. (Adapted from personal experience, I hope you all like it)
Purpose: to record the time in the third grade of junior high school and the stories with them