1. 理解和安慰;2. 你的建议;3. 表达祝愿。
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Dear Peter,
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Yours sincerely,
Li Hua
“Friend is better than fortune. Friend is
My ideal friend is of course a good friend
Indeed, if I have such a person as my friend, I shall never fear difficulty and I shall never know the existence of the words “failure” and “
3 . How to Make Friends at a New School
Starting with a new school can be difficult. Everything seems to be different, and you don’t even know where to go for your own classes.
Remember to be nice to the people you meet at your new school. If you think that you will say something that may make them feel sad, do not say anything and just nod your head if they talk to you. Also, remember to be as helpful as possible!
Believe in yourselfA smile goes a long way. When you walk in the halls, don’t keep your eyes on the floor. Raise your head and make eye contact with other people.
You like it when people use your name, and so do other people.
A.Be friendly to others. |
B.Making new friends can be hard, too. |
C.Join after-school activities like |
D.Never change what you are to try and fit in. |
E.If you see someone you know, smile or say “Hi”. |
F.People may become angry if you just begin by saying ”Hey“ each time. |
G.Don ‘t sit at the back of the classroom where other people don’t notice you! |
1.你的交友经历;
2.对友谊的理解。
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Friendship
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Sally’s birthday was approaching, and the excitement that usually filled her heart was now replaced with disappointment and stress. Turning eleven was a big deal, and she had always celebrated it with a grand party surrounded by her friends. However, this year was different. The burden of excessive homework and her parents’ struggling business weighed heavily on her, forcing Sally to make the difficult decision of not having a birthday party, even though it was an event she enjoyed dearly every year.
One day, during break, her best friend, Jane, with a curious look in her eyes, approached. “Are you going to have a birthday party this year?” Jane asked, sensing Sally’s sadness.
“No,” Sally sighed and replied sadly, “There’s just too much going on and my parents are going through financial difficulties.”
She smiled weakly, trying to conceal her immense disappointment and stress, but Jane saw through her pretence (假装) easily. Jane nodded thoughtfully and did not say anything. After the break, Sally saw her talking to one of their classmates, Sarah, secretively. Curious, Sally went over to them, but as soon as Jane saw her, she quickly walked away. Sally was startled by Jane’s strange actions and turned towards Sarah.
“What did she say?” Sally asked.
However, Sarah simply shrugged and walked away with Jane, leaving Sally standing there, feeling left out and anxious.
What is happening? Sally wondered anxiously. Are they keeping something from me?
As Sally’s birthday drew nearer, Jane was often found chatting softly with her other classmates. Whenever Sally went over to them, they would just walk away or tell her that they were talking about a secret which Sally was not allowed to know. Jane has never kept secrets from me before, Sally thought. Her heart fell. Even her friends were distancing themselves from her! She swung between confusion and sadness with each passing moment, desperately trying to figure out what was happening. Why were her friends distancing themselves from her? And what were they hiding?
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On the day of Sally’s birthday, she went to school and found her classroom in total darkness.
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Tears sprang from Sally’s eyes and her face broke into a radiant smile.
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The homemade book bag was sprawled (随意放在) across my bed. It appeared to have taken over the entire room. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to imagine the large shoulder bag gone. I opened my eyes again. It was still there. I knew that my mom had spent all day happily sewing. Worse still, I realized that the fabric (布料) was actually left over from a toy horse that my mom made for me when I was a baby. My mother had even quilted (缝制) little running horses along each side and wrote my name on one side to make certain that no one would be confused as to who owned this furry monster.
“Do you like it? If you don’t like it, you don’t have to use it,” Mom said.
“Oh no, Mom, I love it,” I lied, picking the bag up and rubbing (摩挲) the soft fabric against my face. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt her feelings.
The next day I was to start seventh grade at a new school. I was nervous and excited. That first day at school I heard the whispers. “Have you seen the new girl? Did you see that big furry bag?” Then there were giggles.
Because I started school in the middle of the year, all of the lockers had been assigned to other kids. There was no storage available for me, so I was forced to haul all my stuff around in the oversized fuzzy bag. Wild stories flew back and forth about what I kept in the bag that never left my side. Drugs? some kids wondered. Clothes? Is she homeless?
There was nothing interesting in that bag, just my coat during cold weather, school books, papers and pens. Eventually, most students pretty much ignored me, but some of the kids teased me about the fuzzy horse bag. People grabbed at it, pretended to pat it like a dog and tried to toss their trash into it. My teachers didn’t seem to notice, probably because I didn’t ever complain or ask for help.
As the year progressed, I started to hate that bag. I blamed all my problems on it. I felt helpless and alone, miserable, and homesick for California and my old friends.
One day toward the end of the school year, my math teacher assigned each student a partner to work with on word problems. I was told to work with Debbie, a popular redheaded girl who was in several of my classes.
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She smiled and waved me over toward her desk, so I grabbed my bag and quietly moved toward her.
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Then Debbie started to laugh-not at me, but at the situation.
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The Red Tool Box
It was early in 1981 when I first met George. I was in my early 30s, seeking a creative outlet unrelated to the boredom of housework and raising little ones. My children, then aged three and five, were just entering kindergarten and school life. At 65, George had recently retired and was seeking a rewarding hobby for his golden years. For both of us, painting was ‘it’ and we met at a local TAFE painting class.
George was a man who lived life to the full; he worked hard, played hard, and had an opinion about everything. He adored his wife, his family, his friends, and was loyal and outspoken to an equal degree. George took pride in his fitness and walked three kilometers every day.
And as the only male in a painting class full of women, George was in his element. He took to painting with an awe-inspiring level of passion and devotion, even transforming the spare bedroom of his home into a studio. His painting equipment was comprehensive an easel (画架), quality paints, linseed oil, turpentine, brushes, 8 palette, canvases, charcoal pencils, fixative, palette knives — even a rolling pin for removing air bubbles when gluing. Ever practical, George housed many of these items in a red metal tool box purchased from a local hardware store. Not fancy, but shiny and very red-the sports car of conveyance for painting equipment.
For about six years George and I studied together through various units until the completion of the course and other commitments drew us apart, though we always maintained personal contact as we lived within a couple of kilometers of each other. I’d sometimes see him on his daily walk or at the local shops and occasionally we’d touch base with a ‘proper’ afternoon tea, sharing a cuppa and a chinwag (聊天).
Let’s fast-forward some years and George was about 80 years old.
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George rang one day and asked me to go to his house, saying he needed to ask me something.
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And so it was that George left all his painting equipment to me.
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My heart beat wildly as I stared at my phone screen. I re-read the message from my friend, Jane. Someone had upset her by sharing her personal news: she had been refused by her dream school. Jane had shared the sad news with only a few people. She didn’t know who let the word out, but she was really hurt and disappointed.
I felt so bad. I knew how the news had gotten out because I had been the one to tell someone beyond her closest friends. Honestly, I hadn’t realized she meant to keep it so close to only a few in the first place, but at the same time I’d known it wasn’t a good idea when I started to tell it to someone else.
Did she really not know it was me? It would have been easy to admit what I had done and apologize if her message put the blame, specifically, on me. But it read as though it had been copied and sent to several people. Once again ignoring the right choice, I chose the coward’s (懦夫) way out instead.
“I’m so sorry for what happened to you,” I typed. “How awful that your confidence was broken!”
I hoped that would work. Her reply came back within seconds: “Thank you.”
“It would be okay for me to remain anonymous (匿名), wouldn’t it?” I thought to myself.
But, deep down, I knew I’d been the one to break faith and hurt her. I was ashamed, not only of my original action, but also because I’d taken a further step in the wrong direction by covering it up.
I felt painful at church on Sunday, sitting in silence all the time. Later, the speaker asked us to examine ourselves and see if anything stood in the way of holding on to our faith, and if so, not to let anything stop us until we cleared it away. Chancing it all — whatever we feared, whatever held us back — would be worth it to make it right.
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I knew what stood between me and the right thing: my image.
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The next day, I went straight to Jane.
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10 . How to Keep Long-Distance Friendships
Don’t let distance keep you away from your friends. Use these tips to stay close with your friends.
Share small things.
Use social media. Using social media is a good way to keep your long-distance friendships going. It allows you to keep up with your friends’ lives. It can also help you learn more about their other friends.
Vacation together.
Not every friendship is a friendship that can survive long distance.
A.Schedule time to chat. |
B.Schedule time to eat together. |
C.Why not plan a trip with your friends? |
D.Texting your friends can be a good way. |
E.The thing we can do is do what we can to keep it. |
F.That makes you feel more deeply connected to them. |
G.I drove three hours from Kentucky to spend time with her. |