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hanging garden
Unique observation angle, special garden, special world.
My acquaintance with him was purely accidental. If my friend hadn't asked me to record an article about making friends that day. I'm afraid my life track will never intersect with him. It originated on a Wednesday night in 1 1 month three years ago.
My life is very regular, from six to eight. But now the hour hand has pointed to 8: 50, but I am holding a novel to kill time. More importantly, I'm sleepy. I am really sleepy. I rubbed my eyes and pressed the record button. I still turned over the novel page by page until a voice caught my attention. At that time, I had a strange feeling. He said he was looking for a pen pal. I quickly found a pen and wrote down his address. But when I found the pen, it was too late to write down his address.
I feel at a loss. Until I found the slowly spinning tape in the tape recorder. I listened to the tape several times. I know his name is Hong, he is one year older than me, and he is in Grade Three this year. I wrote him a letter.
A month later, just when I was about to lose hope, I received a letter from Hong, his first letter to me. The letter said that he chose me from more than 200 letters only because of my beautiful handwriting.
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