When I was still in good condition, I only know his name, his appearance and his smile. It never occur to me that we will be good friends. At that time, it seems to me that there is definitely no need to make friends with him. We are just classmates. And that's ok for both of us. 

 

I still remember his nest and exquisite hand-writing. It is the first impression that I get about him that he must be a excellent and scrupulous boy. It is also the first lesson he teached me that one should be serious with every little stuff.

In my later contact with him, I found that my life is easy and comfortable. It is not what he did or what he said that influenced me but how he treat his own life.

 

His habit is to take good care of his life just as he take care of me. There is a period of time when I was quite pessimistic.And he is just there, saying nothing but showing me around to live the ordinary life. We eat on time, we study in the liberary, we talk about our interests ... ... Sometimes we may discuss some odd things. We wonder and laugh. That moment I realize the pain once in my heart disappeared and was replaced by the happiness in the common life.I seldom feel blue from then on,because I know I can choose to be where I am. If I want to live in the sorrowful past, Iwill be unhappy forever. On the contrary, if I want to be happy and really try hard for it, I will definitely get it.