This is a story about growth, family love and friendship.
I gave this article to two friends. I would like to use this article to commemorate the friends I used to be with, my beloved teachers, and my primary school years.
The article mentions the vague feelings between teenagers. Although it is not recognized by the teachers, it is really pure and beautiful. I think most of it is a kind of feeling called friendship.
In the long memories of a life, six years is really nothing, but it is still recorded, even if it is a trivial running account and messy fragments of memories.
The writing style of this article is childish and the language is extreme, so read with caution.
Finally, I sincerely wish all my friends that this is not an ending, but also a new beginning.
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