这天，我独自坐在公园的长椅上，无所事事。身旁的一个老人突然转过身来，问：“年轻人，你有多少个朋友啊？”“很多呀……”我扳着指头，数出一堆名字。的人。朋友是一个可以给你依靠着嚎哭的肩膀，是一口你放心把内心的苦往里面倾注的井，是一个令你热情高涨的巨浪，是一双 This day, I sat alone on the bench in the park, doing nothing. An old man suddenly turned around and asked, “Young man, how many friends do you have?” “A lot of people ...” I turned my finger and counted a bunch of names. People. Friend is a can give you rely on the crying shoulder, is a well you can rest assured that the inner hardships poured into the well, is a huge wave of enthusiasm you are a pair of