I have left my former classmates, my former confidants and my former school to a new and strange place. I always miss those people - they accompanied me through six years. Will they resent my leaving without saying goodbye?
Sky, still very blue, deep, thick, deep blue. Just under the blue sky, I met her - the red moon. She is still a short hair, a sportswear, or riding that bicycle, the difference is that her eyes are full of loneliness, it seems that she was taken away by someone. I gently called her name: "red moon, red moon!" she stopped slowly and turned her head slowly. Staring at me stupidly, behind me was a vast, melancholy blue against her sad eyes. I saw something shining in her eyes, like a lonely star. I was stunned for a while, then tentatively asked, "what's the matter with you?" she mumbled, "it's all gone. I'm the only one left... "
"What did you say?" I asked her loudly. "No... I didn't say anything! "And then I hurried off by bike. I stayed there, looking at her gradually blurred figure, sad in my heart.
I walked to the river without a master and watched the blue sky reflected in the river: no clouds. There is no sunshine, no playful pursuit of birds, empty. "Ding Dong!" a drop of water reflecting infinite melancholy drips into the river, which sounds like a sad tune. Look up. The red moon stood behind her, her eyes red. She whispered, "my sky will always be blue, without clouds, without sun, without birds." Finish saying, walked slowly.
I sat by the river, a drop of water also rolled into the water, was submerged, is my tears