Different people have different ideas. I think that a friend is the person who shows you the way forward in your journey, a friend.

A friend is a person who solves difficulties for you, a friend is a person who knows you well, a friend is a person who cares for you, a friend is a person who gets along with you day and night, and will not talk nonsense because you have some trivial shortcomings.

Friends are gold, friends are silver, friends are sunshine, friends are the moon, friends are stars, friends are for you when you go to the Black Bank

The person who lights the light, the one who doesn't leave you because you're in a difficult time right now. Friends don't abandon your people because you're at a low point in your life.

A true friend doesn't follow the crowd, he doesn't sprinkle a handful of salt on your wounds, a friend doesn't treat you because of a villain

Rather than at this time, reach out a helping hand to the people who care for you and care for you.

A true friend will not forget his righteousness, he will not fall with the wind, he will not flatter those who are useful, and he will kick away those who are useless

People, true friends don't put aside the friendship of friends because of a little self-interest.

A true friend will not be selfish, he will be desperate to care for you when you need help, he will always be right

The person you are most loyal to, he will promise you every word and deed in the past, and will not forget you because of your temporary unhappiness.

A true friend is moral, and when you are in trouble, he will not put any pressure on you, and he will exert any pressure on you to make you breathless

A true friend will be sensible, he will be smart, he will not see your disobedience at this time, he will not be a sleeve

He will advise you behind your back, he will communicate with you in private, and he will never tell anyone what he thinks of you

That is, he's going to save face for you.

A true friend can stick a knife in the ribs for a friend, call the wind and rain for a friend, and be a sunny mood for a friend, and will take care of you in every way.

I like to get along with friends and I like to make friends with friends, I like to have heart-to-heart communication with friends and I want to have sincere communication with friends.

Everyone has their own way of dealing with the world, and if you ask others to do this, you can't force others to do it according to your method, not to mention

Your parents don't ask for this, not to mention that you are an outsider, and no one can impose your own methods on others, so friendship and interaction with friends should not be imposed on others.

You have your ideas in the world, and your ideas may not be accepted by others, so when interacting with friends, you can't be the same, you have your methods, and I have my pursuit.

Making friends depends on sincerity and sincerity, making friends depends on your own person, true friends will not leave you because you have difficulties, not your real friends, even if you are in the most difficult time, leaving you, you don't have to be upset, because you can

Recognize what a real friend is, make more friends when it comes to socializing with friends, and don't stand by and stay away from friends when they need you the most, such friends are real friends.

I like real friends, I like to make real friends, this is my consistent principle, making friends in your most critical time, will see through what is the most true friend, what is the most true friendship.

Friendship is what a person needs, friendship is what a person needs, friendship is what a person yearns for, and friendship is a person in a person

We all crave friendship, we all cherish friendship.

Friends are sincere, friends are sincere, and a life with friends is a happy life.

The moon and the breeze in my heart sit and watch the wind and clouds change, eloquence is silver, silence is gold.

Tears, cutting through the curve of loneliness, in every night, end into longing, perfunctory, in order to hide the pity of disappointment, and then, slowly solidify into a decadent picture. Everything seems to be just an attempt to express complaints about reality.

Reading back to the past, it turns out that happiness is just a passing scenery, so let me continue, continue to fall into memory. Wait, in the direction of eternity, with unswerving determination to death, continue to love you, continue to bury yourself in endless thoughts, silently pronounce the never-fading "I love you". Oblivion.

I said I wouldn't fall in love with you, I loved warmth, but I knew I would destroy it with my own hands, so I didn't want to. The left hand is filled with fireworks and loneliness, and the right hand is full of memories and faults. Forget what to say to God. Despair is passing quickly, hope is getting up and up.

Feelings make us grow old unconsciously, become stronger, become colder, and sometimes experience the taste and pain of loneliness, innocent like a child, like a straw and helpless.

During this time, it is so hard to be alone, and occasionally seeing a firework is like love. The moment it bloomed, the scorching heat of courage and the splendor before disillusionment, I watched it and thought that I still had so much passion in my heart. Then the fireworks went out, the night sky fell silent, and we went home. It turns out that you, I, are just lonely.

There is a kind of love called giving up, knowing that many things have no answers, but trying to find an answer, it is really tiring.

People sometimes are inexplicably cruel to themselves, smiling at everyone who rubs shoulders with them, but leaving themselves scarred. Immerse yourself with alcohol in the dark and enjoy it. We thought we could forget something, but it was all in vain. We torture ourselves, day and night, but we can't get rid of the dark color. He who sees is extinguished, and he who disappears is remembered. There is a kind of love in this world, although it is unforgettable. But it can only pass by.

Love is a pathology, people who love each other are entangled in love, and they can't tell who will love who more. Once one day, when we are in love, we can calculate clearly. Then, the day when love leaves us is not far away, so, turn around and leave with your back to love. Shut yourself in the door and love in the door, it's just that this turn is often a lifetime, a lifetime. No matter how much you love, no matter who turns around, you will eventually sink in this sea of depression, slowly drowning, slowly anesthetizing the phone that once passed the love word, and you can't hear it ringing a familiar voice again, and you can't dial that number again.

What I wrote down was the mood of a rainy day. Learn to walk alone in the crowd, learn to be lonely in the noise, learn to walk through the gaps of feelings, listen lonely, the sound of the wind blowing the curtains, listen lonely. Time slipped away outside the window and we ourselves have grown old in time, and wrinkles have long crept up in our hearts. Like the lonely girl in the castle looking at the moon every night, looking at the stars of every century, imagining who will hold the sword and save us from the castle of the heart. Always watching others on stage, performing love, and always shedding their own tears for other people's love. And he is just a supporting role on the stage, no one pays attention. uses loneliness to set off other people's love, and what is performed is someone else's expression. I know that on that beautiful love tree, what is blooming is the flower of other people's love. What bears fruit is the fruit of other people's love.

Wine has become an indispensable prop, and only after getting drunk can you dare to perform your true self. I only wish to be drunk in this wine all my life, sorrowful, and rich in this wine. I finally understood that love is like the beautiful dress on the model, worn on someone else's body, always dazzling and beautiful, and when worn on one's own body, it becomes a clown's costume.

Love is by no means looking for it when it is missing, let alone changing it when it is tired, life is not a good life for one person, it is how two people live well together. The sound is still in my ears, and the signal has pulled into the distance of the end of the world, but the distance is still blocked by such a reality, and I can't touch you, so I can only search for that little ambiguous breath from the even breathing rhythm.

Suddenly, the fear of feeling the swamp came at me, mixed with the warm, messy debris, and I felt that I had not caught anything but the feeling. I don't know how long I can stand in the swamp. The speed of the descent depends on whether I struggle with all my might, and what awaits me in front of me is to turn into mud, and silly, but my heart is happy. I don't have the luxury, I just want to hug you hard, cry loudly, and cry happily.

Love is not a kite, you can take it back when you put it out, it is love that you can put it out, and it is always sad to take it back, only lonely, lonely, lonely, others are unknown, in the mood, to be sad, to sigh.

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