friends. One day, we took out the small wooden boat made by the handicraft group to play, and Chen Ming accidentally broke mine. In the argument, Chen Ming trampled on it again. I was very angry. A small wooden boat carrying him fell to the ground and was trampled several times. Then I left the classroom without looking back.

"Ji, hey!" I walked weakly on my way home, only listening to the chirping of birds nearby, and my heart was very upset.

Walking to the door and seeing my father reading the newspaper, I ran to my father and said, "It's really annoying that he actually broke my small wooden boat, but he is still my good friend!" " ""what is it? What little wooden boat? You tell me clearly. ""................................................................................................................................................................................, he is your good friend! ..... "I didn't listen to what my father said, but I was unconvinced and said to myself," What a good friend! He doesn't like it! "Click, I entered the room, turned on the computer and played games. Playing and playing, suddenly stopped. The following is a meditation: Chen Ming just accidentally broke mine, but I stepped on his small wooden boat several times and did so. Right? At this moment, I thought of my teacher's usual teaching and what my father said to me today. I regret it. What I did was wrong. So, I immediately found paper, scissors and other handmade props and carefully sat on the small wooden boat.

After my efforts, an exquisite small wooden boat was presented to me. In the evening, I thought: Great, I will give this small wooden boat to Chen Ming tomorrow, and we will be friends forever! In this way, I fell asleep with an excited heart …

The next day, I met Chen Ming and gave him the small wooden boat. To my delight, he really made a new wooden boat for me. I was very happy and said to him, "Chen Ming, are we still good friends?" "Of course," followed by Chen Ming. "We will always be good friends!" I saw that each of us was holding a small wooden boat full of apologies and love.

Now, there is a small wooden boat given to me by Chen Ming on my desk. It is a witness of my friendship with him and an old photo album of my friendship story with him. After the rain, I looked up and saw a beautiful rainbow in the sky. There is a sweet smell in the fresh air. What is that? This is the sweetness of friendship.