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A paper on friendship
Pushing open the door of memory, there are countless treasures, which are full of wealth, friendship, success and beauty ... Suddenly, the keeper of the memory treasure house appeared in front of me. It was an old man. He asked me which treasure I needed. I thought about it and chose friendship. The old man smiled and turned into a slim girl by magic, and told me that she would be my friend in the future and would bring me the purest and most precious feeling in the world-friendship.

Since I have friendship, I am no longer lonely. We always walk side by side, hand in hand, walking in the streets at dusk and running in the romantic rain. We always sit at the same table and concentrate on our studies. Sometimes silent, each busy; Sometimes we discuss with each other and "quarrel" is fierce. We always pour out our troubles and worries on the bench in the park or to each other, and get considerate relief; Or say happy things to each other and laugh together.

Since I have friendship, I am no longer weak. When you stumble on the road of life, your heart is completely occupied by the idea of "giving up". However, at this time, my friend helped me up and reminded me to be strong. There are no thorns in the long road of life. If I am knocked down, I will be devastated and choose to give up. How can we experience the happiness of success? These words filled me with hope. From then on, whenever I fall, I will stand up by myself, taking this as a test of fate, believing that success is not far away.

Since the friendship, I have found the feeling of "but I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn". We often have the same view on the same question. We worship the same star, like the same color, love the same writing style ... and we all cherish this friendship.

Friendship is two people under an umbrella, two pairs of bright eyes on the table.

Friendship is like a warm harbor, quietly soothing tired sailboats.

Friendship is a tacit understanding of crossing the sea of people and looking at each other, and it is an unexpected fate.

Walking into the door of memory again, the old doorman appeared again. I told him how friendship made me feel. He smiled and opened the door of memory. To my surprise, all the treasures in it are gone. The old man gave a thumbs-up and said with a smile, "In the treasure house, except friendship, all other treasures are illusory. You just chose the right one."