A 800-word narrative about high school friendship

Friendship is an indispensable part of life. Friendship is a ray of breeze, which makes people feel relaxed and happy; friendship is like a spring in the desert, which makes people cool and quenches their thirst; friendship is a piece of sunshine, which makes people feel warm.

One day during the summer vacation, my good friend Miaomiao and I went to Xintiandi Park to play. When we were sweating profusely while having fun, we felt extremely satisfied. We left the park and walked towards the station. When I touched my pocket, oh no, a few coins were missing! I was so anxious and thought to myself: It is such a long way, at least 3 or 5 kilometers, and the ruthless sun is still beating down on me. The top of my head is burning! Thinking of this, I stamp my feet anxiously. Seeing me like this, Miaomiao asked me doubtfully: "Wen Tao, what's wrong with you? What happened?" "Hey, I... I dropped my coin. I have no money to take the bus." I said anxiously. "Ah, won't it be fine if I lend you a dollar? Really, I thought it was such a big deal." Miaomiao said as she took out a dollar from her trouser pocket and stuffed it into my sweaty palm. We got on the bus together. After a few stops, Miaomiao was about to get off the bus. I waved to her and said, "Thank you, see you Miaomiao!" This is friendship. He can selflessly lend a helping hand when your life is difficult.

In order to financially support Marx's revolutionary activities, Engels went against his will to help his father run a business that he hated. Although he and Marx lived in the same city at that time, they corresponded almost every day, encouraging and promoting each other in the revolutionary cause. After Marx's death, Engels sorted out Marx's manuscripts, and I published the second and third volumes of "Das Kapital", completing the unfinished business of his comrades. It is enough to show how great the friendship between Marx and Engels was!

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period in our country, there was a musician named Yu Boya. He was superb in piano skills, but he suffered from having no close friends. Once, he met a woodcutter named Zhong Ziqi. No matter what music Yu Boya played, Zhong Ziqi could accurately hear what he wanted to express. Yu Boya was very happy and regarded Zhong Ziqi as his confidant. However, soon after Zhong Ziqi passed away, Yu Boya was extremely sad. He said, "Zhong Ziqi is gone, who can I play the piano for?" So he smashed the Yao Qin he loved and stopped playing the piano. The friendship between Boya and Zhong Ziqi greatly promoted the progress of Boya's piano skills. Boya's friend Jueqin has touched countless people throughout the ages. People are moved by their sincere friendship, and they all hope to have a supreme and pure friendship like theirs.

In the past few years, after the "512" earthquake disaster occurred in Sichuan, people who knew each other and strangers extended a helping hand out of pure friendship to help the people in the disaster area overcome difficulties and With the resumption of construction, the people in the disaster area have also felt the warmth of the party and the country in their difficult times. Friendship is as warm as a fire and as genial as the spring breeze. It soothes the soul and makes the people in the disaster area full and brave.

In life, we need the care and help of friends and the watering of friendship. Such a life is happy and wonderful.

Chapter 2

On the campus tree-lined path, heavy rain poured down, and the flowers and grass were soaked until they bent over and bowed their heads, suffering all kinds of damage. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to wait quietly with other students for the clear sky to come. Watching the small flower umbrellas flying away in front of my eyes, my desire to go home became more and more intense in my heart. Suddenly, a familiar smell came, and a small red umbrella bloomed on the top of my head. I looked up and saw a smiling face, trying to get the umbrella towards me. "Let's go together, we are on the same road," her heavenly voice came like this. I was so moved that I nodded immediately, holding hands with her, and walked towards the station together. There were so many people at the station. Yuanyuan and I huddled in the only open space, feeling extremely embarrassed. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping, but why were my clothes not wet at all? I turned around and saw that I was holding my umbrella sideways from a distance, and half of my clothes were soaked. I felt so guilty that I pushed the umbrella over, but Yuanyuan still wanted to push it back. I threatened her that I would go out in the rain, but she gave up.

In the time it took to have a cup of tea, the car had already arrived. We put away our umbrellas and were about to step on. When I touched my pocket, I found that it was broken and my monthly pass was lost. I rushed back to the station but didn't call Yuanyuan. After a while, she realized that I had not gotten on the bus, and rushed out of the car regardless of having already swiped the card. I cried and told the whole story, and Yuanyuan immediately comforted me and opened her own schoolbag. Finally, 1 yuan came to the surface, but it could only be taken in an ordinary car. We sat on the roadside with umbrellas, admiring the sunset to the moonlight, the traffic lights changed again and again, the passengers waiting for the bus changed one after another, and the buses came one after another. I leaned on her in despair, but she was not in a hurry and kept telling me jokes. We had to wait for the bus to arrive. I quickly greeted Yuanyuan, only to find that she was still holding her umbrella at an angle. Her wet shoulders said it all. It was very late, all the shops were closed, and there were few pedestrians. Looking at Yuanyuan’s tired figure, a little flower called touching bloomed in my heart.

After getting off the bus, Yuanyuan escorted me home and prepared to leave. I asked her where she was going and she said to transfer to the station. Transferring? That means the route is completely different, but I haven’t even had time to say thank you to her. Looking at Yuanyuan's retreating figure, my heart began to feel distressed. I must cherish this friendship.

Spring goes and autumn comes, the years are like a song, three years have passed, the song ends and everyone disperses, the labor and swallows fly away, but this heavy friendship in my heart is like a sweet rain in the desert, a rain on the river. Ye Bianzhou, a flying bridge over the canyon, and a thin umbrella in the rain forest warmed me deeply. Yuanyuan, your favorite lotus is in bloom, let’s go see it together...

Chapter 3

"The evening breeze blows the bamboo forest, the moonlight elongates the figure, the fireflies, Twinkle..."

She loves singing, she just loves it. After class, she was in a daze while singing, and I was in a daze while listening. The world seems to have stopped, the carriage of time has also stopped, the brain no longer thinks, and just sits quietly. Music makes the soul so peaceful, and I feel that the invisible line connects our hearts together. The setting sun in the afternoon shines through the bright and clean glass on her soft and light hair, covering her face and her eyes that are looking into the distance aimlessly. I kept looking at her quietly, my deskmate.

The snowflakes were flying, and she was humming a song while pulling me into the white world. Snowflakes formed a barrier, and it was just the two of us chatting quietly. She always shares my worries with me, like a sister. She is older than me. We seemed to have endless things to say.

We also go crazy sometimes. Laughing endlessly over something not so funny. Violent shaking through the table attracted strange looks from the neighbors. The terrible laughter could not stop flying in the classroom...

Like a jade flute, being with her was like hearing the quiet and melodious sound of the flute, as light as yarn and as soft as water. Under the dim moonlight, we walked side by side on the snow. The cold wind rustled our coats. Her long hair was flying, and my short hair was fluttering. There were no footprints on the snow. The snowflakes danced with the sound of the flute and seemed to never fall...

Unlike my deskmate, she was always taciturn, huddled in an inconspicuous corner of the wall, living a simple life alone. Maybe it was a coincidence that she, who had poor grades, would be friends with me, a dazzling top student! No, this is not a coincidence, it is inevitable. She is an old friend of mine and has been going to and from school with me for three years. She is a well that I can complain to, and I always have a shoulder to lean on when faced with so many misfortunes. She always listened so quietly, but it was more the silence between the two of them. Although she was silent, I knew that she was very attentive. There seemed to be a flute sound echoing in the silence, coming from her heart, which was better than a thousand words and soothed my scarred soul. There is a calm and huge strength that gives me the courage to face life.

With her, I will never feel inferior, and she should be too. We rarely talk about study, and this seems to have become a tacit understanding between us. These are two equal souls. Being used to applause and praise, I really like her plain and silent life. One day, I will also experience the following life. She is lucky, I always think with envy.

We will laugh at the same time after doing something good for others; we will pedal the car in unison; we will always put the car in the same place; we will wave in the crowd to find another excited hand...

It is enough to have a confidant in life. What's more, I have more. I will have no regrets even if I die.

Music sounded in my ears again, oh, the rhythm of friendship at that time...