那时候,我与巧巧刚读初中,巧巧是我的邻居,她家和我家只是一墙之隔,巧巧比我小一岁,我们是形影不离的好朋友,在学校里我们又是同桌。一个夏天的黄昏,我招呼巧巧:“我们到小桥边去吧!”棗村前有座小桥,我喜欢与巧巧坐在小桥边,听桥下哗哗的流水声。“等一下!我先去洗澡。”巧巧 At that time, I and Qiao Qiao had just read junior high school. Qiao Qiao was my neighbor. She and my family were separated by a wall. Qiaoqiao was one year younger than me. We were inseparable and good friends. At school, we were at the same table. On a summer evening, I called Qiaoqiao: “Let’s go to the side of Xiaoqiao.” There is a small bridge in front of the Zao Village. I like to sit on the side of the bridge with Qiao Qiao and listen to the sound of running water under the bridge. “Wait! I’ll take a shower first.” Qiao Qiao