On my way back home, I saw a guy's back view. "Is my friend here for some reasons?" I thought. "It is impossible." Although I knew it was not my friend, I still could not stop following him for a little while until he turned back casually. I saw his face. No he is not my friedd.
My friend was one of the most important person in my life. We enjoyed a great time of about three years. My friend was a very warm hearted person. He offered me a lot of help when I first came here. With his companion, I didn't feel much lonesome. He was versatile, liked sports and music. He could sing very well. He loved both Chinese traditional culture and Western culture. We shared many similar thoughts and oppinions. We used to hang out and talk for a while everyday so we knew we were doing good on that day. Our topic ranged extensively from experimental protocol to American vote, from dreams in movies to those in real life, etc. My friend was a broad-minded guy, he was also aggressive and determined. He made great efforts to pass all exams and became a doctor. I like and admire those who manages to make their dreams come true. I am so proud of him. He was very positive and self-confident. He always encouraged me to be confident too. Sometimes when I felt blue and stressed out, I took him as my trash can and bridge over the trouble river. Whenever it happened, he would soothed me like a big brother. He would tell me, everything would be fine. you could make it. Friend in need is friend indeed. He asked me to promise him before he left for another city, "Let me know you will lead a better life. I do care about it."
I was lucky to meet my freind. I cherish every piece of my memories and I am becoming better and better. Some day when we run into each other, I would tell him: I appreciate being with you and you are still in my heart."
