Personal Narrative: My Day In Memory

Past days such as water to go without a trace. The past days such as ice, were melted, like water, was evaporated. The past days like glass, were broken, like moonlight, were dispersed. The past days such as dust in the heart of the past vivid. Everyone has past, precious, happy, desperate, frightened, or lonely that can be remembered forever. Even if we has unpleasant days, we should not forget because that is part of your life. There was a little boy he told me his unforgettable past.

“I saw the hope shining on the rainbow, the light shining on my day” In memory, she was silent in the Memory, when will I think that I do not know. A picture surfaced in front of my mind and in disorder I suddenly opened my eyes. I fall in the quagmire of the Three High Trees. The storm does not stop as if it want to swallow me. A few second, she said to me a lot of words, some have long forgotten. I understand some things and then think about it, what she said to me, just remember “Do not like any other girls anymore, and believe that we will meet you someday on a certain day.” Whether it will really meet again, I am not sure. Needless to say I will only

Maybe it was a dream, “what are you doing? Rainy day standing here, will be cold” she said. I did not dare to look into her but she looks like a grade 11 student. She took me to a narrow eaves to avoid rain, we firmly together with this moment I finally dare to face her. “GOD!” From top to bottom she was a handsome girl. She wore a clean white shirt, keep the black short hair and a pair of pink glasses. “Hello, what is your name? I am a student of High Three Tree School for your convenience you can call me Fang fang, and in the rainy day without umbrella are you afraid of the umbrella wet?” Her face was filled smile like spring. “Hello hi …hi my…my name is…” I did not say my name just feel nose is a bit sour, and then fainted I did not know Fang fang do what for