There are many kinds of friends. Some are always1you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only2friends leave footprints.
I shall always recall (回忆) the autumn and the girl with the3. She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend.
It was the golden season. I could see the4leaves floating with the cool wind. In such a season, I liked walking alone in the leaves,5to the sound of them.
Autumn is a harvest season and life is uninteresting. The boring days always get me6. But one day, the sound of a violin flowed into my ears like a stream (小溪) flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was7in playing her violin.
I had8 seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn't know that I had been9there for so long but my existence (存在) did not seem to disturb her.
Leaves were still falling. Every day10she played the violin in the corner of the building，I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became11. Though we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believe she also loved me.
Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly12. To my surprise, the girl came over to me.
"You must like violin. " she said.
"Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?" I asked.
Suddenly, a13expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual. "I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that encouraged me. " she said.
"14it was your playing that gave me a meaningful autumn," I answered, "Let's be friends. "
The girl smiled, and so did I.
I never heard her play again in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen like before. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine15of the girl. She is like a dream—so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that it makes the autumn beautiful.
