教授优秀英文推荐信第15篇

On the way of life, my friend grows up with me, giving me warm heart and satisfying dreams. I thought of the friend who had come with me, a feeling of warmth and warmth.　　In the season of flying red dragonflies, I live in the countryside. The bell is my best friend, a short, gentle girl. It was there, I and she walked hand in hand into the field, she picked flowers ed on my clothes, as for me, I do only lei, let her for the little princess in the fairy tale. Summer night, if you have two little girls, every time sitting in the courtyard low stools, chin propped up, listening to grandma telling me the story of the sky, listen to the little worm "hissing" sound, the number of the stars, in the breeze gently brushed, sleepily into dreamland, it must be the bell son and I. Early autumn, I and wild in the bell son together to catch the grasshopper, green worm with a wrap, the grass is buried in a red-hot stove ash, check it later, red. Ha! Ha! Delicious!