Friendship: The only fruit on this tree is called trust, reported by China Radio, written by Bi Shumin. Modern friendship is both strong and fragile. It is a treasure of humanity that we should cherish.
The non-transferability of friendship determines that it is a unique book. We can have different friendships with different people, but we will not have different friendships with the same person. Friendship is a tunnel that gets deeper and deeper as you dig, with no way back. Deeply moving friendships are like hatreds, unforgettable for life.
This tree of friendship bears only one fruit, called trust. The red apple is only for those who irrigate the tree to taste. If others pick it and take a bite, they may very well find it sour enough to make their teeth ache.
The chain of friendship cannot be inherited, transferred, sealed off to prevent decay, or frozen in the fridge to stay fresh forever.
Friendship needs nourishment. Some people use money, some sweat, and others blood. Friendship is greedy and will never be satisfied with just living on thin air. Friendship is the simplest yet most luxurious nutrition, requiring time to cultivate. Friendship must be spoken, listened to, and when talking, eyes must meet; when listening, full attention is required. Sometimes friendship is so fragile that an unintentional word can cause the whole building to collapse instantly. Sometimes it's so easy to spoil - an unverified rumor can sour a whole pot of milk.
The world is ever-changing. In an era where everything becomes better with modernization, people maintain ancient standards when it comes to friendship. Friends are like relics - the older, the more precious.
Gifts come in two kinds: practical ones and symbolic ones.
I like to give practical gifts, games included.
Not only because they provide immediate service functions for friends, but also due to my selfish consideration.
We are friends now, but we may not be ten years from now.
Even if you remain loyal, the other party might have already forgotten.
A perishable gift expresses my kindness at this moment and gives friends value that can satisfy hunger, please the eyes, provoke laughter, or invite contemplation, though it is one-time, leaving behind beautiful moments, which is enough for me.
A gift symbolizing long-term meaning, if the other party no longer values this friendship, keeping it would be awkward. Whether to discard or destroy it, either way, it's a sadness for the object, and my heart would tremble far away.
If it's a gift for oneself, then something symbolic is better. For instance, a pebble or a leaf, ordinary in others' eyes, its wonderful meaning is known only to oneself.
An address book is a magic box storing friends. If I encounter difficulties, I will send them a distress signal.
A subconscious fear of loneliness, like hibernating insects, lies hidden in the corners of the mind. A lifetime of existence sees the passage of time, but what we harvest are friends. Even though I sometimes go days without contacting any friends, I know I am firmly attached to the web of friendship.
Self-interest is truly a great enemy of making friends. I don't believe in permanent interests; I value friendships that share hardships more. What remains recorded in history is not meticulous accounting of benefits, but the sincere sharing of hearts and livers. Honest interactions with friends will keep us sensitive to true feelings, clear our eyes of clouds, and refresh our moods.