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Please write an essay on the topic of "Meeting in the Spring of That Year", which should be full of content and sincere feelings, and no less than 600 words.
We met in the spring of that year
Wen Linghu Promise Letter.
Spring comes very early in the south, and before February has completely receded, a few peach blossoms quietly bloom. I wandered through the crevices of the school's peach trees, searching among the pink stars. Suddenly, a white peach blossom appeared in front of me, which was so conspicuous in the pink. I was stunned for a moment, then lowered my head and sighed.
Changed. My mind drifted back to that spring. It was a few days after the lockdown ended, and I was strolling around the campus before classes started, trying to relieve the boredom caused by failing an exam. But the whole world seemed to be only gray, which added gloom to me. In the aimless swaying, I turned around, and I suddenly felt dazzling. It was not light, but the peach blossoms on campus, and the bright light sprinkled on the peach blossoms, as if to clothe it with a light veil. Clusters of peach blossoms are blooming, and the flowers are blooming, which is also like the sunset on the horizon.
I couldn't help but get closer, and the melodious violin sound came from the layers of pink, mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms. I stopped, my gaze fixed on the most conspicuous white peach blossom among them. As time passed, the sound of the piano slowly fell, turning into fluttering petals. A girl walked out of it with a violin, and when she saw me, she was stunned for a moment, and then said very naturally: "Do you also like peach blossoms?" I nodded. We stood quietly beside the peach tree, looking at the white peach blossoms in full bloom. I couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so beautiful! "Because this peach blossom is laughing. Her voice rang out, and then she looked at my slumped face, "You have to smile too." ”
Far-fetched reasons, but I did raise the corners of my mouth at the time. The bell rang suddenly, and I saw her run into the classroom next door, turning back to me and shouting, "You look as good as a peach blossom when you smile!" ”
We've been friends ever since. Every spring, we will go to see the blooming peach blossoms together as we did when we first met. The time of elementary school passed quickly, and she was admitted to the ** attached high school, but unfortunately failed. I saw that her figure would still appear in the peach blossom bushes on the junior high school campus, but the sound of the piano had become the repertoire of the exam, and it did not have the original meaning.
One day when the peach blossoms were gone, I saw her sitting by the flower bed, her face full of gloom. I walked over to her and stopped talking. A gust of wind blew with a hint of fragrance, and we both turned around at the same time, and saw that above the dead branches of the peach tree, there was still a white peach blossom, shining like a firefly, as if laughing. "Smile more. I muttered, and she nodded. Time passed, and she was finally admitted to the ** attached high school in her heart and mind in the next spring. She smiled like a peach blossom. She was gone, to a wider world, and I didn't bother to keep it. I know that everyone, everything, and every place can't accompany us for a lifetime, just like a smile can't always stay on the face, peach blossoms can't always bloom, spring can't stay all the time, and most importantly, live up to every companionship, don't forget every encounter.
When the breeze blows, a white peach petal falls, I pick it up, and then show my face. The flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year, but as long as the love is there and the intention is there, even if the time is not allowed and the space is blocked, we will meet in the spring of that year. At that time, in the rain with colorful petals, in the melodious wind of the piano, she and I will laugh sweetly and truly.