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The day, I went to play to the Yellow River with my friend and his friends.

From the window of a bus, the group of the rape blossoms of spring which shake cheerfully is visible.
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The water of the Yellow River was cold and clear.
I imitated the friend and the skirt of trousers was rolled up, I went into water.When a sole touches the fine sand in a sea bed, I was very comfortable.

A friend was accompanied by her and went to the deeper places of a river rapidly. However, since the width of a river was very wide here, they seemed to be still in the edge of the river.

He saw me off to the station by motorbike. I was going to Beijing at the evening. I was looking at the big light of a building and night stores which passes over right and left in a back seat. When my look returned to his back, It is become more manly when carried out from the day when we met for the first time at his school.

When the motorbike arrived the Zhengzhou station, he bought the admission ticket and entered with me. While resting in the waiting room, when the ticket which is playing with his finger was seen, the sun set at the Yellow River was printed there.

Separation with the friend who can seldom meet is felt always hot. And it seems to be very important the days which were meeting. However, when precious time should be spent about the same with the friend who can meet frequently, now I feel at last.

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