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My table mate was a little girl who shared my table from the first grade of primary school until she graduated.

I remember that on the day she first went to school, she was dressed ridiculously, with flower clothes, flower pants, and a flower bow tied on her head. I asked her what her name was, and she started crying - it turned out that she missed her mother. Since then, she has cried almost every day, the teacher said that she cried, she cried if she couldn't do the question, she cried when her classmates bullied her, and she ......cried when she forgot to bring somethingI saw that she loved to cry so much, so I often teased her.

Once, I caught a two-inch-long, beautiful green worm from a tree and secretly put it in her pencil case, and when she opened the stationery box, she was so frightened that she cried and screamed, and I was about to laugh off my big teeth next to me!

In the third grade, at a class meeting, the teacher told us the story of the hero Qiu Shaoyun, and later told the story of Liu Hulan. Looking at me at the same table, I cried so much that I cried a handful of tears. Listening to the stories of Liu Hulan and Qiu Shaoyun, who is not moved?

But there's no need to cry like her! So I grimaced at her and whispered to her, "Forget it, can Liu Hulan cry like you?"

"Not good! The teacher suddenly stopped talking and looked at the two of us. The eyes of the whole class were on the two of us.

There was no sound in the classroom. Waiting to be scolded, my heart was pounding and my face was red. Suddenly, my tablemate stood up, she wiped away her tears, and said loudly:

Teacher, don't blame me for being at the same table. He is right, if you learn from Liu Hulan, you should be strong! Her words stunned me, and I didn't know where the momentum came from, and I also stood up suddenly, "Teacher, to learn Qiu Shaoyun, you must be disciplined and not bully."

After the class meeting, she said to me, "Let's make friends!" I said

Make friends with me? Gotta talk count. She said

Then you have to talk the talk, too. ”

I never saw her cry again, and she became another person in my heart; I don't talk to her in class anymore and don't want to bully her. By the time we graduated, we both had excellent grades.

At the last class meeting before graduation, when class was a few minutes away, the teacher said to us: "Students, five years ago, you were so young, some loved to cry, some loved to make trouble, but now you are all older!" In a few minutes, we'll be separated......I hope that when you reach middle school, you must not forget our happy primary school life, and you must not forget that we have grown up!

At this time, many students in the class started crying, and I saw my tablemate biting his lip and his eyes wide, trying his best not to cry. But. As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, she couldn't control it anymore and threw herself on the table and cried.

This time I didn't laugh at her, and my eyes moistened.

In the past, whenever I saw a cleaner picking up garbage on the side of the road, I would always pinch my nose and go around him. But through that incident, I was impressed with him. It was a cloudy summer, and in an instant, the rain of beans fell from the sky like pearls with broken threads.

Since I didn't have rain gear, I had to run towards home. On the way, I saw the old man who had lived more than 70 years to sweep the road in spring and autumn. There was never a smile on his bronzed face.

Maybe it's taking responsibility for your work! He didn't grab the rain gear, so he braved the rain to chase the plastic bag that was blown away by the wind. I just stared blankly at him from the side of the road.

The wind stopped, and he bent down with difficulty to grab the plastic bag. The wind seemed to be teasing him, and blew the bag up again. The old man tapped his hand on his back again, stood up with difficulty, and grabbed the scraped bag again.

It was raining harder, and I didn't know if I was shedding tears or rain. The old man was still desperately trying to grab the naughty plastic bag. Maybe the wind moved it, and it stopped.

He was soaking wet, and he was struggling to make his way to the pavilion, and he looked even older. Several times he almost fell. Exhausted, he finally fainted to the ground, and the plastic bag flew into the sky.

I quickly ran over and picked up the old man. The rain fell heavier, and my tears flowed again. It was on that rainy day that the old man was gone.

But, it was on that rainy day that I understood him. Whenever I walked on that part of the road, I always seemed to see the figure of the old man, and every time, I ran to ...... with tears in my eyes