Before the Spring Festival of the town is very lively, the street was filled with the spirit of the season. Pedestrian jostle one another on the way carrying bags, each person's face, the body is filled with a be bursting with happiness, seemed to have the Spring Festival happy to spill out from people's heart, flowing in the body. A boy with his home in the handling of special purchases for the Spring Festival. Also, he is walking and jumping, seem especially happy. Because he had received from as far away as Xinjiang friends.
"Article, are you okay? I can dream of you every night, miss you. You must learn well! I really envy you. I do not have to go to school, go to work in a company. Environmental science? Ok. I also made a lot of friends, they are very concerned about me, always took me out to play. Yes, next month I'm going back over the Spring Festival, have a look the way you.
Good luck. Hui".

After reading the letter after the boy on the face of smile, because he is looking forward to this day for a long time, it is a kind of unspeakable joy, joy and long waiting.
They met in the middle school, and they all love cartoons. The boy born lively open and bright, is a famous bad guy leader class, school things always not him. While the girl was beautiful, is the top student in the class. Because of a fortuitous exhibition, they became very good friends. Girls like boys painting, every weekend let the boy to draw a picture of yourself. In order to the boy and girl together, have gradually begun to study hard. Because he knows, only admitted to the county only to girls in high school. The days of the past, they become the campus to not open, and you don't even know what a lover. Although the teacher tried to block their contacts, but they still secretly dating. Soon, the girl left the town, and her parents went to another big city. Respectively, when simply to send a cartoon as a memento. From then on, they never met again.
I have three years, boys like I said, admitted to the county high school, become a good student.
Early in the morning, the whole town was pure, crystal clear ice and snow. The snow on the branches like a blooming Yulan, the roof like painted with white paint thick, even faint trails as the moonlight shines like the quiet. Suddenly, the boy is riding a bicycle jumped out from an alley. Then, he burst into another lane. His vigorous figure shuttle in the white world, and often spread several voices hum ditty. His goal is the lily of the Valley Middle School -- where they meet.
Soon, the boy went to school, he put the bike in the canteen nearby parking lane, then patted the shoulder of the snow. The girl has not arrived yet.
The boy took out three pictures from his pocket, finger flicking gently, then smiled and put it in his pocket. This is the night he painted for girls, because he knew that the girl was like his picture.
The shop window is still so clear, several new scarf dazzling. The boy slowly walked in, he suddenly want to buy a scarf for girl.