“谁是我的朋友？”每当夜深人静，茫然四顾之时，总要鬼使神差地想这个问题。没有亲人的人，人生是残缺的；没有朋友的人，旅程是孤独的。我这样地认为。白天，我常常被一些人称作朋友，晚间，称作我朋友的人又在哪里呢？我从不敢轻易称呼他人为自己的朋友，我始终认为，... “Who is my friend?” Whenever the dead of night, at a loss, always ghostly think of this problem. Life without a loved one is incomplete; without a friend, the journey is lonely. I think so. During the day, I often called some friends, in the evening, called my friend who is where? I can not easily call others for my friends, I always think that ...