Will friendship fade? How does friendship fade?

Sincere friendship is like a warm spring breeze, blowing this warmth when the cold wave has not yet receded....Like a hot summer breeze, in the season of the hot sun, it brings a burst of coolness...When you fail, someone always says those warm words, and he is your friend...When you are successful, there is always someone who will share the moment of happiness with you, and he is your friend...Someone who shares your sorrows and joys, and helps you to make your dreams come true...People who go out of their way to help solve your difficulties....A person who does his best to relieve stress so that your mind no longer bears the burden...Someone who walks through thick and thin for your future....Someone who will not leave you under any circumstances....The person who accompanies you all your life with a sincere heart is your friend...It's a friend who doesn't care about your appearance, a friend who doesn't care about your status, a friend who doesn't care about your family background, what they really care about is that they don't let their dear friend get hurt in the slightest......Wealth is not a lifelong friend, but a friend is a lifelong wealth! Friendship is colorless, but love fades....(I hope you don't plagiarize the answer, thank you).

I saw it alone, the dark curtain, I don't know what to do, and I went deep. —Epigraph.

The summer rain once again wet the window frames, the raindrops hit the masonry, and the sound of metal was a bit of British rock. The sky was a little overcast, and the faint earthy yellow filtered out the glitz of the past. The light smoke and rain render a misty, touching repeated thoughts, looking for Ai Ai, looking for an old friend, looking for an old partner, the eyes in the dream appeared again and again, I confirmed the looks, Fan a little serene.

Pick up the pen and ink, draw a touch of red makeup on your face, engrave each eyebrow on the heart, and think about it between the paintings. I also know that the clumsy pen can't embellish you, but I want the clumsy pen to be a decoration to give you beauty. As everyone knows, the strange annual rings under the remnant sun seem to be approaching, but in the end, your familiar figure is silently getting closer and closer, immersed in the familiar atmosphere, and it seems to have returned to the yesterday that accompanied you.

In the three years of junior high school, you and I are not biological but seem to be biological children, even if there have been conflicts and contradictions, but we have not ignored them. It's so plain, they have spent so many days and nights with each other, so many springs and autumns, because your youth is more exciting, you have never had a tired figure, the sound of sighing, happy or bitter. Hovering beside the swing next to the playground, butterflies take away time, but they can't take away memories; The breeze ruffled the hair, but it couldn't blow away each other's thoughts.

I still remember looking up at the endless sky on the swing together, playing crazy all day under the sunset and not feeling tired, the past bit by little buckled my heart, like a song that no one cared about stepping on the melodious melody, from time to time in my heart, thoughts like a powerful medicine, a little bit eroding my heart.

The rain is beating on the window, and the water beach that falls on the ground is rippling layer by layer, that day, I was sick and can't go to school to accompany you, looking at the ceiling above my head, I suddenly miss you very much in the room with the smell of disinfectant water, and the clue of longing to return to school as soon as possible has already filled the whole body and mind, quietly in a daze, listening to the rain outside the window. You, gently pushed open the door, but less of the laughter when we were together in the past, but more worried, my eyes were full of sadness, I knew that you cared about me, felt sorry for me, at that moment, tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, not because of how tormented the illness was, but because I was glad to have a you next to me who cared more about me than myself. From that moment on, I made a promise that no matter how many years the flowers bloom or how many years the flowers fall, you will be the one I pay attention to.

The ruthless high school entrance examination cut off our relationship. And time is that annoying thought, which swept through my gently raised bangs and drifted everywhere in the wind. If I won't go far tomorrow, I will take my face full of chic, and when that day comes, I will say to the future book, and we will finally meet.

Touching my wandering eyes, pillow with the flickering time, you and I who pass through the white horse, after all, are sailing in the years, if I will wait until that day, I will personally pick off the only thought you give me for you, because I can't forget it after all, I don't know who it is, only know that it is called time.

Under the stars, the old garden is no more, the flower notes are no more, the old dreams are no more, however, the spring is still the same. As for the present, memories are like replaying a movie in your head.

Maybe start by making new friends.

Slowly lost contact with old friends.

Maybe there's a contradiction.