高中英语作文：友情之门

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This door, retained our last slight fantasy in ten miles of smoke and the last time in the wind in the cold rain. - The subject may, friend is like this, always hanging out a door that is difficult to open. Whether it is a bowl of wine, it is still a priest, and we are just the arc A on different tracks, and there are many points that fall in the fall, but they can never be integrated with any perfect. The loftyness of the gentleman is like water, the ancients have already known that there is no passover between the friends. So people always tried to cover themselves, adjusted with each other's distance, and carefully modified the smile on the face. In this era of all digit, friendship seems to have repeatedly calculated as equation. There is no polite, some people say: Make friends too tired. The real friendship is feeling, no matter how far away, it is still close to the other's "heartbeat". The door exists, but what is this? A coward and a piano teacher, different classes, different roles, still able to play the alpine stream of the elderly. If the friendship is silent, can the beautiful nightingale be broken? The hypocritical friendship, if the wind in the sea, the waves are quiet, it will go. The sincere emotions can be filled with eternal memories in the depths of the soul, even in the cool night, it will also integrate into the star in the star. We don't need to deliberately keep your distance, calculate the scale, and friendship, you can pan your most moving luster. We don't want to break the door, real confidant, even if you have a door, you can know the other's mind. Is the induction among this meditation? Is there a charm than the light of the sunny day? That door is a back shadow of the smoke and rain, and the eyes of the faint candle are faint. We may never see its true face, but it is this door, retaining our last slight fantasy in ten miles of smoke and the last temperature in the cold rain. Perhaps, a friend is like this, sitting on both sides of a door, each has its own lives, each with each world. It is this seemingly indifferent door, but it passes the most precious friendship, let us get comfort in this shore of life, bringing a embarrassment to the other side. Perhaps, friends are like this.