I met him on the web, but we just said hello to each other. Though we were just friends,we almost know each other like know ourselves. Like two hedgehogs,we can't stay together because we may hurt each other. We keep ourselves away, but we can easily read each other without any words.

Now he is at the low, but I can't help him because of his proper pride. He likes keeping his man-figure in my mind. If our status are changed, we may be not just friends.

In my mind, his image is still like at the senior high school. Thre is no any change after 7 years.I don't care his status but I am just eager to seperate his  difficulty.

Recently I met a girl who had a car accident and slept for seventy-two days before she came back to herself. And after that she left from school because of her poor memory. The first time I met her I realized that I should be friends with her. I don’t know why. I am always showing pity to this kind of persons.  Because I love my brother.

Several days later the girl can talk with me freely. She loves her mother although her Mum concentrated fully to her younger child. Everyday she cleans the rooms and cooks for the family. Her hands are always cold to red. I can say nothing but to agree that this is her life luck. Nobody can read her sad hidden in her hart.

She made a ring for me. The moment I received it excitedly she smiled. Everytime I talked with her I tried my best to look at her eyes to let her know that I was talking with her sincerely. At that time I always got sorrow because I couldn’t get together with my brother.

One day my Dad told me that it would be the best if you had been younger several years to your brother. I read my Dad’s worry. He worried that if I would passed away earlier than my brother there would no one to look care of him honestly. The moment I realized that my eye were full of tears.

Under the umbrella there is a girl going out of the campus and the coming back. She dosen’t know what to do but just to go up and down in the rain. Her mind is filled with something about the calling of last night. She has woken up to the wrong. She always makes things bad to bad.

   She were walking as well as looking forward to meeting him. But she is real a fool because he is out of this city.  

I am look forward to getting his massage. Nobody knows that I had ever waited a letter on my high school days. But … Now I prey that can’t happen to me again.

I like the Saturday nightfall for I can get everything out of my mind.But I also don't like the Saturday nightfall at all for I will feel so longly when I recall something. 

At the time I take my phone,I just read his number in my hart but I am not bravery enough to call him. I don't know what part I take in his mind: just an ordinary classmate or a friend.For several times I want to ask him about it,but for never.Now I am just waiting.Waiting the mmoment he feels I am at his side.

Maybe I will wait nothing but in my mind my deed is worth. Years later when we are all old,I will tell him about this,maybe it has little worth,but in mind it is the most costfull thing in my all life.That's enough.

The soft rain is on,just like the blue music flying my eras.In the rain I ,only one shadow is walking on the campus.At that time ,everything of that time comes into my hart.In the spring, we were always gong out to look for the green grass or flying the kite.When the kite was flying ,I felt that my hart had already gone with it.

  But today,thre is only one shadow in the rain.The rai has been on my face.