Another one

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When I was young, read an article, description of a primary school girl, every day the first one to get to school, first to the classroom, wait for the day. Her classmates met her, asked her why so early to school every day, she with a shy smile, to answer the question.
Originally, her study is not how appearance, ordinary, at home in the middle, she never know " first name " a taste of what. One time, she found that when she first arrived at the classroom, he accidentally received a similar " first name " joy. She is very happy, but also look forward to.
As she walked, the students show little secret in my heart, body exudes a hope and joy. Close to the classroom, her heart even raised a bit of excitement and pleasure ... ... Unexpectedly, her classmates a stride forward cross in the past, opened the classroom door, " the first " rushed in, and then looked back, his smile of triumph. Her light suddenly flies away, her heart was sore. She choked back the tears, talk a word: " first, is my, how can you ... ... " She didn't say these words, say, she even this " first " also lost.
Forget that at the age of reading this article, just remember that can feel the feelings of the little girl, because I was always with the " first name " people who missed, even, with home adults out of time, even the taste of " first " to the school have the opportunity to taste.
Grown up, more profound experience " first name " actually has turned into a colorful wings, in different fields appear : someone at the school in the first fight; someone at work to head list, even after the lovers, the sound of a sentence: is it right? " I asked you most for love? "
I remember one time, friends Hui heartache once said to me, she don't have two good friends, because in the same space, she only has one of the most loved, therefore, she is often faced with the choice of pain, and I do not know how to go to the placement of two tied to the feelings.
At first, one might think, she refers to the heterosexual love affair, but unfortunately, the real situation is, even same-sex friendship, as she was embarrassed at.
My another friend Lin, do not be like another: heat, full of wit, often community impressiveness hot, know forest nearly everyone can feel his passion to pay. With young friend communication, is a comfort was easily wounded heart; active concern around friends, is the hope in the cold alienated living space, infuse a little bit of love and warmth.
Recently, that he has had a girlfriend, I couldn't stop teasing him: " now that I am in your mind what? " he to do, he replied: " the first. " I am extremely incredulously watched him, ask again: " how could the little trick. " He grinned, then said: " of course the first row, another one. "
I smiled bent the waist, not blame his cunning, or admire his wit. Indeed, in the line of the columns, each people are expected to be the first. In fact, to get the first is easy, if you are willing to trade a role, as long as " the other one ", everybody is the first, but the natural world, much less vague dispute. This is not good?