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The incommunicability of friendship determines that it is a one-of-a-kind book. We can have different friendships with different people, but we won't have different friendships with the same people. Friendship is a roadway that digs deeper and deeper, there is no turning back, and unforgettable friendship is like hatred, toothless and unforgettable.

There is only one fruit on the tree of friendship, which is called trust. Red apples are only reserved for those who irrigate the fruit trees. If someone else picks it up and tastes it, it's likely that their teeth will be sour.

The Friendship Chain, which cannot be inherited, cannot be transferred, cannot be sealed and stored without rotting, and cannot be frozen in the refrigerator to be fresh forever.

Friendship needs nourishment. Some people use money, some people use sweat, and some people use blood. Friendship is greedy and will never settle for food.

Friendship is the simplest and most luxurious nourishment, and it takes time to irrigate. Friendship must be spoken, friendship must be heard, friendship must be stared at all moments of conversation, and friendship must be preoccupied with all the moments when it must be listening. Friendship is sometimes so fragile that a casual word can bring down the edifice in an instant.

Friendships can sometimes spoil so easily that an unsubstantiated rumor can turn a whole pot of milk sour. The world is changing with each passing day. In an age when everything is as modern as possible, there is only friendship, and people keep the old norms.

Friends are like cultural relics, the older they get, the more precious they become.

There are two types of gifts, one practical and one symbolic.

I like to give practical gifts.

Not only because it can provide immediate service functions for friends, but also because of my self-interest.

We are friends at the moment, not necessarily in 10 years.

Even if you are loyal, the other party may have forgotten about it.

The gift of quick decay not only expresses my kindness at this moment, but also gives my friends the value of being satisfied, pleasing to the eye, laughing or contemplating, although it is a one-time gift, it also leaves a beautiful moment, and my heart is enough. A gift that symbolizes long-term significance, if people don't cherish this friendship, it will be embarrassing to keep it. Whether lost or destroyed, it is the sorrow of objects, and my heart trembles in the distance.

If it's a gift for yourself, it's better to have a symbolic meaning. For example, a stone and a leaf are so ordinary in the eyes of others, and the wonderful meaning in them is only known to oneself.

The book is a magic box for my friends, and if I get stuck, I want to send them a distress signal. A subconscious mind that fears loneliness, like a hibernating insect dormant in the depths of the mind. In life, what disappears is the years, and what is harvested is friends.

Although I sometimes don't connect with any of my friends for days, I know that I am firmly attached to the network of friendships.

The matter of stakes is really the enemy of making friends. I don't believe in permanent benefits, and I value friendship with all adversity. What will remain in the annals of history for a long time is not the interests of the baht, but the love of treating each other with all sincerity, and frank exchanges with friends will make us retain our sensitivity to true feelings, will make our eyes erase the clouds, and reopen our mood.

Like a year of flowing water, condensing the fragrance and fragrant" The summer rain beats on the window lattice. My thoughts wander in the ink-stained sky. The road is long, I am waiting, and the river of my heart flows into the depths of my heart.

Inscription. 1. Holding half a cup of tea, standing by the window. I didn't expect the sky to be so gloomy this summer, and there were often torrential rains that came unexpectedly, provoking people's minds like thin waves.

I like to stand in front of the glass on the ground, watch the blue electric light cross the sky, watch the dark clouds and ink stain the sky, listen to the thunder, and then the rain will pour down, and the outside world will be shattered. The rain marks slapped down, making people a little frightened, and then feeling lonely and helpless.

This summer rain always comes so directly and vividly. I couldn't tell if it was the heavy rain I was expecting, but I felt a deep chill, so I hugged my arms tightly, even though I still didn't feel the warmth.

As far as the eye can see, there are always some meaningful thoughts that come to mind. Who said that such gloomy weather and continuous torrential rain are not also beautiful scenery of the season?

Maybe we are happy to see the sunshine, and the bright sunshine can always bring hope and joy to people. In fact, I also like such rainy days, in a slightly cool house, watching the heavy rain pouring down, hearty, washing away the heat and hustle and bustle of summer, the irritable and stirring heart, will also slowly precipitate, as if also quietly resting at this moment, with a calm and gentle attitude to slowly examine the watery years.

Second, many thoughts in the rain gently slipped down my cool fingertips. When I stand on the waterfront of the flowing years and sigh softly, there is always some faint warmth and pain entangled in my heart.

I don't really like the term vulnerable, and I think it's too extravagant. Yes, who can say that Hongchen is not an experience? Every day, a different story is played, and we just need to face it calmly without giving ourselves a reason to be vulnerable.

In the years of gradual aging, all kinds of floating dust are like floating clouds and flowing water, whether happy or sad, they are all traces left by the years, and they will eventually return to peace. Time always takes shallow steps, inadvertently passing by us. All the hardships and hardships will be solved one by one in the end.

All the joys and sorrows will eventually be like a light fragrance and a roll, turning into eternal memories in memory. Many years later, when I look back, my heart will be as empty as a deep valley, quiet and elegant.

Listening to the sound of the rain, I confronted myself in silence.

Once upon a time, in the dead of night, there was my deep sigh and lingering sadness? Once upon a time, I couldn't get rid of the complexity of the world and the confinement of mortality? Once upon a time, when I asked the wind, the wind was speechless, and when I asked the rain, the rain was speechless, only to turn the fragmented past into a lonely appearance, and the bitterness in my stomach into helplessness?

I thought that everything was nothing more than that. I once thought that life could be sinking. But one day, my mother was on the sickbed and said something to me, and she said:

Even if you don't know the true meaning of life, you must be grateful for the compassion of life. So, all the confusion was relieved in the mother's words, and all the eyebrow knots were stretched at this moment.

Uh, short stories of famous Chinese and foreign writers**, I think the Chinese nation is called me, well, Lu Xun Well, what about foreign sick writers?