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A 600 word composition by a bosom friend

A bosom friend

Only when a thing meets a bosom friend can it be wonderful.

A Qin, with the ensemble of Boya Ziqi, has aura; a pen, with the deduction of Wang Xizhi, has value; a piece of paper, with the interpretation of Qi Baishi, has eternal life.

A thousand gold is easy to find, but a bosom friend is hard to find.

The paintings of Qi Baishi, a famous painter in China, have been passed down through the ages. A piece of paper, a pen can outline a vivid painting - shrimp, a few simple strokes together, into a vivid, lifelike painting. Similarly, if you give others the same pen and paper, if you want to draw the same painting, it is extremely difficult! Therefore, the object is also spiritual, if you know it well, understand it, then, he is your bosom friend.

A thousand mile horse is common, but Bole is not. If you can't meet the "Bole" who appreciates you, then. I can only regret life, lonely life.

Li Bai is unruly, "the emperor calls not to get on the boat, saying that he is an immortal in wine.". In a short life, writing poetry accounts for more than half of the time. Just imagine, if he had a confidant at that time, then his life should be very comfortable! Boya and Ziqi got to know each other just because of a zither. Because they shared the same interests and shared the same feelings, they finally became intimate friends. As their story passed down.

Every object has life. When you appreciate it, you should treat it as your friend, cherish it, respect it, and believe that it will make a great contribution to you.

Since ancient times, many human anecdotes have explained this truth, "a thousand gold is easy to seek, a bosom friend is hard to find", so cherish everything around you! If you understand it, cherish it! If you don't understand it, give it to the people who really understand it, and let them become the real "good match"!

A bosom friend is hard to meet

My dada's horseshoe is a beautiful mistake / I'm not a returnee / I'm a passer-by. ——Zheng Chouyu

The bluestone of the ancient city, walking in the evening dew, my heart blooms into peony, I hope, a bosom friend stops, stands beside me, lowers his head to ask my long.

Thinking of Haizi wandering in the night, every line of his short poem has the hardness of diamond, which is an idea engraved with the power of life. He is eager to find an echo in reality, a bosom friend. However, fate just makes him stand on the hill like a bunch of wheat, turning loneliness into a helpless mountain wind, blowing from the wheat field to Shanhaiguan. Haizi, who had no bosom friend, could not resist the suffering of loneliness after all. He went to another world, facing the sea and blooming in spring. Perhaps, there will be dada's Horseshoe sound to tell him that the confidant is coming.

Thinking of Van Gogh who painted loneliness as sunflower, no one understood his words, so he wrote the true meaning of life to sunflower. He longed for a bosom friend and someone to accompany him. Like sunflower, he chased the light with no displacement speed. However, fate did not give him much love. The stubborn Van Gogh was depressed in the days when he didn't have a bosom friend, leaving people with a sad gunshot.

There is a saying that the more profound a person's thoughts are, the more difficult it is to find a bosom friend in real life. Haizi and Van Gogh are probably such people. A day without a bosom friend is like a broken harp, and a will is like a ship without direction, which will sink in the end.

When it's hard to meet a bosom friend, some people will meet in the hard time and cherish the short sound of horse's hooves.

Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai became bosom friends in the sound of reading. Their emotions, like the eternal flying butterflies, have been active in history for thousands of years.

High mountains and flowing water are valuable friends.

A bosom friend is like a horse's hoof in the ancient city, which is easy to miss in the silence. Let's hold the bosom friend's hand and guard the rare bosom friend with a calm and broad heart.

My heart is like peony, blooming in the sound of a horse's hoof. I hear someone stop and lower their head to ask me about my long life.

I bowed my head.

I think, with a bosom friend, my long life is eternal.

A bosom friend is hard to meet, and I will cherish it.

The only bosom friend

It was a dark day, and my mood was a mess. Because on this day, the teacher criticized me, saying that I didn't accept the team members' homework on time, and hit me with two loud gestures. I am a teacher to give me the task to seriously complete it! "Why not I was blinded.

Walking by the pond, I think about the scenes. I don't understand. Didn't I go a few minutes late? As for that? I picked up a stone and threw it to the pond to vent my anger. Some cold water splashed on my face, hands and feet. Suddenly, a big warm hand stroked my face.

"Ah," I exclaimed. Almost fell into the pond.

"Did I disturb you? Little sister, I see some drops on your face that I want to wipe off for you. I'm sorry She said

"No, it's not me, it's my splashes that disturb you! I'm sorry. "I'm a little nervous.

"What's the matter? Say it! Don't hold it in your heart. I'll listen to it. Maybe I can help you solve your troubles. " "I used to talk to my bosom friends when I was worried or worried, so I would feel better," she said

I said, "the teacher criticized me for not receiving my homework on time. Isn't it just a few minutes late? Can I use this kind of handboard? I'm not reconciled.

"Oh, that's it! You need to know the value of time, 5 minutes teachers do not know how many homework can read it! So we should cherish time, not waste it! Do you understand? " She said.

I thought about what she said over and over again, and felt that it was very reasonable, so I nodded and said, "I understand that I should not have a hard time with my teacher." I lowered my head in shame.

She's gone. I'm not willing to let her go. He asked him, "can you listen to me every day?" "OK," she said.

She's with you when you're upset, she's happy when you're happy, she's miserable when you're miserable. This person is your bosom friend!

My friend, my bosom friend

Some people say that friends are like light, shining; some people say that friends are like wind, fresh and cool; some people say that friends are like waves, ups and downs; others say that friends are like rain, washing away the sadness of the soul. But I still feel like a friend, always with me.

I remember once, when my classmate pinched my leg in class, I yelled. When the teacher heard me, he looked back at me and said, "Zhang Enmin, stand up. If you don't want to listen, go out and make some strange noises." I was a little worried, just to explain to the teacher, the teacher said: "I don't like to hear people explain, you don't say." My heart was a heavy blow, shed tears, I glared at the table, but the table did not apologize, but also secretly smile, I am more uncomfortable, why the teacher did not listen to my explanation? Why did the teacher insist that I was intentional without understanding? Thinking of this, I burst into tears again.

After class, I sit in my seat, always thinking about the scene in class, at this time, my good friend came over, he stroked my head with a gentle hand, and said to me kindly: "I believe you must have trouble, you won't cry for no reason, what's the matter, you tell me! I'll help you! " My gloomy heart was broken by his words. I told him what happened. He nodded and said, "I knew you didn't mean to shout." I have "smile" on my face. All the depression disappeared. He took me to the teacher and told him the reason. The teacher was very ashamed and apologized to me face to face. Needless to say, I will certainly forgive the teacher. I also forgave my deskmate, thanks to a confidant.

Life is wonderful because of friends, learning progress because of friends, it's good to have friends. Friend, my bosom friend.

My friend, my bosom friend

Some people say that friends are like light, shining; some people say that friends are like wind, fresh and cool; some people say that friends are like waves, ups and downs; others say that friends are like rain, washing away the sadness of the soul But I still feel like a friend, always with me.

In our class, a top excellent girl, with a clear-cut face full of innocence, a pair of eyes like green spring pool, she is my good friend Chen Yan. I remember once in a math class, the teacher was talking about a very difficult math problem. The students' thinking was running fast with the chalk sliding in the teacher's hand. They did not dare to relax for a moment. After tedious calculation and checking, they finally got the final answer. After that, everyone began to relax. But at this time, my good friend suddenly stood up. After listening to her carefully, she realized that there was a mistake in the process of solving the problem, and explained the reason. As soon as she finished, there was a warm applause in the classroom, and the teacher also sincerely praised: "Chen Yan's meticulous spirit is worth learning." After class, I said, "you're wonderful today!" she laughed, her big eyes shining with confidence. I thought it would be nice to have such a friend. In principle, to get along well with each other, students have to be more tolerant and can accommodate each other's faults. However, my friend sometimes makes me a little confused. Once, I went to pick vegetables with her. I ate snacks while walking. I threw the plastic bag in the field. She saw it and said loudly, "pick it up quickly. It's rubbish. You can't throw it around. It will cause environmental pollution." I looked at her that serious appearance, very reluctantly picked up, walked forward alone. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk so loud," she said, holding my sleeve Thinking about my behavior, I blushed and said, "it's me who should say I'm sorry. I'm wrong. Please forgive me, I..." The voice did not fall, two pairs of warm hands together, from then on, we are inseparable, hand in hand.

Therefore, I think a friend is a cup of strong coffee. Only by savoring it carefully can we realize its charm. A friend is a fragrant flower. As long as we cherish it, the flower will bloom more brightly. A friend is a bosom friend.