On that windy afternoon, I was afraid of being scolded for failing the exam, so I walked home slowly in frustration. On the way, I met an old friend. Seeing me depressed, he came up to me and said, "Why do you look depressed?" I reluctantly smiled and said:

"Hey, I didn't do well in the exam. I was afraid of being scolded by my parents when I went home." He took my hand and we sat in a small chair by the side of the road. He once comforted me, but as soon as I sat down, I told him that I didn't do well in the exam. He couldn't get in a word when I was talking, and he didn't say a word when he was there. When I told him, I felt that we were much more relaxed.

And he just comforted me at the end: "Don't worry, face it bravely!" "After listening to this sentence, I feel as if our bodies are full of heat. It seems that at the moment when we are about to fall off the cliff, someone extended a warm helping hand to help me get up, and it seems that a doctor cured my illness when I was dying, which made me feel very happy at once. ...