As Marx said, everyone is on the road alone, and sometimes our road may intersect with someone else's road. After sharing a can of condensed milk, we became friends. We shared more and learned more. They have made changes for each other, enjoying the joy and warmth that friendship brings to each other. But as Marx said, no one is perfect, so in friendship, we hurt each other again, cry, and feel lonely and lonely in friendship. These imperfections, these loneliness and loneliness, these sad memories, these bleak days, can make us decide to let go of a relationship or not even accept a new one, and let us wander on the sidewalk of life again.
But those little traces, those traces that prove the intersection of life, those little habits, small objects, a small tone, a small action, all evoke those smiles with tears, we can choose friends, choose who to pay for, for whom Leaving memories and who to spend good time with, but this also means that at the same time, we must suddenly accept each other's imperfections and live with gratitude, even if one day, for one reason or another, we are estranged and changed. Faded, strangers, but no one can delete the beauty that I have been here.
The bright red wool ball on the hat is the proof of the love that our friends have left, the colorful symbol left by the sun shining into the night, the tan or dark social fabric.
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