I want to watch you, to gaze at you with longing. Your happiness and sadness have become my concern. I’m really that simple. I don’t want you to go far away, but your figure keeps leaving my sight without a second thought. I clench my fists, unwilling to let go, but you push me away. Did I do something wrong, or was it that moment that went wrong?
I shouted at the sky, “It’s your fault, it’s your fault! Why?” The pain you brought me leaves me so desolate. Whose fault is it, yours, mine, or that moment’s? My cries are swallowed by the clamor as I watch you disappear into the crowd.
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Yes, yes, Qiuqiu, you know that I am not a fast typist, but I have also worked hard to tell you that your masterpiece is really not for nothing. I remember that your composition in the third grade of junior high school was all about a sad and disabled little girl. Now it has improved a lot. As your SD, I hope your writing will get better and better, your mistakes will become fewer and fewer, and you will become taller and taller!!!