Go through the dark tree hole, come or go, the Hundred Acre Forest and the little friends are there, and I am here.
Pooh is my childhood me, with a small head, stupid, needs good luck, waiting for where I want to go to come to me; Piggy is a timid me, panicked at the slightest disturbance, holding the acorn in his hand tightly ; Eeyore is a mourning me, often sighing melancholy, I do not know what to worry about, but my heart is cold and faint; Tigger, Xiaodou, Ruibi, they are all me, all kinds of me, bright and dark me, me all the time.
Today, I have become a worldly snobby in the secular world. There is not only a dark tree hole, but also a face full of fine wrinkles and torrent of years from those familiar joys, light and clarity. "You haven't changed at all, the person inside is still you." Such words can only be said by those who love you, and only those who love you think that you will not grow old, but only grow up.
When I meet such a friend, when I hear them calling my name, when I think of the words I said, and the brightest and most beautiful appearance during the period, I suddenly feel how lucky I am. Joyfully looking forward to reuniting with me, looking at my bravery, staying together and continuing the friendship. Time to me and them is so charming.
So, let's grow up together as long as you live. Because we are good friends.
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