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Friend inmy heart I have a special friend. She is a horse asnow horse who called Purple Haze. Although she could not speak her beautifulblue eyes be like her to tell me all expressed. When I first met her we were still young.I was seven years old; she was just a little white. But we play well. As long as the holiday every morning I willbe in the courtyard blew my flute. As long as Purple Haze hears the melodioussound will never far from the stables that ran. We're going to run to the biglawn. Sometimes take some flowers some broken twigs do sometimes on the purplewreath; on the back of the piper; sometimes...... Day by day in the past I do not go backhome to play their studies have become busy things have become more. Fouryears into the wind swept my face. Until I came back home again changedeverything changed. I stand at the door of the courtyard but did not dare toknock on the door afraid to come out to greet me changed; I hold cuise flutebut dare not sounded afraid of no white pony came to me...... "Da da." A hairy face on mycheek. Scared I look back. "Purple Haze!" I was surprised to holdthe white downy horse's neck "you are taller than me a lot ofhigh!" Purple Haze also changed become mature; become big the onlyconstant is look in my eyes is still four years before the horse small whitepony eyes. | 
