思嘉,每每说起“朋友”,我总会想起你。想起你,你那瘦小的身影就会浮现在我眼前:常常流露出善良和纯洁无瑕的小小的双眸,还有你脸上淡淡的一抹微笑。一年前的一件小事,就像刚刚发生在眼前……那天晚上,你用你特有的急促声音告诉我,让我通知班上其他同学:第二天,学校要搞活动,要 Scarlett, I always think of you when I talk about “friends.” Think of you, your thin figure will emerge in front of me: often showing good and pure immaculate little eyes, as well as a faint smile on your face. A little thing a year ago, just like just happened ... that evening, you told me with your own hurried voice, let me inform other classmates the next day, the school to engage in activities to