The Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants. Watching this movie, I miss you from beginning to end.
Four girls, seventeen and eighteen years old, encounter, grow, and life is always fresh.
Every child, if they don't move frequently, should have a partner who grows up together, just like you and me. We live very close together, and you come and invite me to school every morning. When your crisp voice sounded downstairs, my dad would stick his head out of the window and come here, she was putting on her shoes. Sometimes, I accidentally oversleep, you don't mind coming up and sitting, laughing at my disheveled hair and sleepy eyes. do you know? Uncles, aunts, grandparents, and grandparents in the whole yard know my name because of your loud voice and clear articulation, day after day, year after year.
During summer vacation, we spend all day together. You come to my house for dinner, and I go to your house to watch TV (here is an intertext). In the evening, we opened the workbooks, placed our pens in place, and pinched them. At half past five, you immediately ran up, turned off the TV, grabbed a small spray can, and sprinkled some water on the back of the TV. You said, to cool the TV. Ten minutes later, the sound of high-heeled shoes squeaked on the stairs. Auntie came back from get off work and touched the TV. It was cold. She smiled, she was so good, and she still did her homework. I closed the book, auntie, I went home for dinner. My aunt nodded to me, and I'll do my homework tomorrow.
When I was a kid, my dad had a neat beard and looked fierce. Other children are very afraid of him, but you don't, you always call yourself uncle. The strange thing is that he has a good temper now, and everything depends on me. I was upset, and he deliberately sang loudly to make me happy. In this way, I will have a good temper when I get old. I'm so bad-tempered, do you feel unaccustomed to it? However, everyone said that my personality followed my father's, and it was still possible.
I watched this movie yesterday, and I don't know why, I suddenly thought of you.
When I was a child, I always felt that time passed slowly. Take a nap and keep counting the beads of the chandelier on the ceiling, one, two, three...
and then, we're all twenty.
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