"Best Friend "may have different implications to different people. A child in the kindergarten may regard the ones who al-ways whisper to her as her best friends. The young boys, who al-ways play, argue and even fight together after class, are best friends. I sometimes ask my parents who the visitors are. They say in one word: our best friends. How many best friends my par-ents have!

To me, "Best friend "is the friend who I like best. We have same ideas about something and we are faithful to each other. One of my best friends is Qian. We've known for three years since we went to the junior school. Of course, we're classmates. What brought us together was something pure, beautiful and something that we both love: Music. Everyone in class knows that she plays the piano very well. But I can't play that instrument. I only like to listen to the musician to play the piano. I like Yanni best. She likes Richard Clayderman. In our free time, we talk something about these two musicians: something about their works and their latest lives. If there is a concert in our city on weekend, we do at-tend it. After we became close friends, I found I like music much better than before.

One day in 1997,1 found a record wrapped in white paper in my desk. It was recorded by Clayderman. It contained some fine pieces of music. Then I knew it was given by Qian. But how did she know my birthday? She telephoned my parents to know it. I was quite pleased to receive this unusual gift. I cherished it in a box. Whenever I listen to the music, I feel happy and comfort-able. I enjoy it very much.

At school, the most important thing, however, is to study the subjects well. We help and learn from each other. Sometimes I share the happiness with her, because we work out some difficult problems together. She works very hard. She likes to ask many questions. Gradually .she becomes one of the cleverest students in our class. In a physical competition last year, she did better than any other girls in our class. I am proud of having such a good friend.

Some day, another girl appeared. Her former friends left her alone. She was lonely and I accepted her. She became my friend. Maybe this broke Qian's heart. She had another friend, too. As the time went by,I found my new friend wasn't so good as Qian. She wasn't willing to hear that I study better than her. She thought herself the best one among us. Nearly every word she told me was a lie. I was annoyed at her deeds. I dare not speak out my feelings to Qian. She seemed to know a little about me. But we kept quiet. There was a wall between us. The New Year was coming. She sent a nice card to me. It said: wherever you are, whatever you do, I am with you. I will help you to go through the thorns and the happiness. At that moment, I was deeply moved. I knew what was real friendship. We were best friends.

So I tell you I'm very happy to have her as a friend. She makes me feel good, lively and important.

点评：

Ban Wenjuan enjoys reading English books. If she has some questions, she always goes to the teacher for help. She not only learns her lessons well but also gets on well with her classmates.

指导教师：郑晓兰