When I was a child, friendship is a box of watercolors, graffiti with tender hands out the smiling faces of the innocent colorful, inadvertently wet the paste, oh, it's ok to draw a better, more real. Childhood friendship is like a warm fire, are unscrupulous argue, is each other in anger pursed lips, plunder the parcel together sweet popcorn... Friendship is a big candied fruit, whenever taste, are gay. That's childhood friendship, is one of the crown, naive for jewelry, do tassel romance - so beautiful so pure. This is only the blue sky belongs to the childhood friendship, friendship forever.

　　Grow up, friendship is a piece of transparent glass, light the lonely heart failure. Broken, is hard to together, can only hide in a corner crying silently, quietly wake up... Where fall where it on their own strong to climb up, that's our footprints of growing up.

　　小时候，友谊是一盒水彩笔，用稚嫩的手涂鸦出一张张五彩缤纷天真无邪的笑脸，一不小心湿了糊了，哦，没关系再画一张更好更真切的。儿时的友谊像一团热烈的火，是肆无忌惮的争辩，是互相赌气撅起的嘴，是共同哄抢的那一大包甜甜的爆米花……友谊是个大大的蜜饯，无论何时尝起，都是美滋滋的。那是童年时的友谊，是一项皇冠，天真为珠宝，烂漫做流苏——那么美丽那么纯真。这是只属于童年那片蔚蓝色天空的友谊——友谊地久天长。

　　长大了，友谊是一块透明的玻璃，照亮着失败落寞的心。打破了，就很难再拼凑起来，只能躲在一个角落默默地哭泣，默默地醒悟……在哪里跌倒的就在哪里靠自己坚强地爬起来，那是我们成长的足迹。