友谊，那是一首 six years of elementary school had etched deeply into my soul. To me, this word is more than mere letters; it is the embodiment of a person, a person of great significance—my dearest friend and companion from those formative years. Side by side, we journeyed to and from school, our shadows entwined as one. Though we occasionally bickered like passing clouds, our harmony was swiftly restored. Through those six years, our bond was unbreakable. The paths of growing up are strewn with obstacles and setbacks, and it is then that the support and love of friends become the steadfast bridge we need to cross.
I recall one such evening after self-study when the school had fallen silent, the stillness so profound it seemed to amplify the fall of a single needle. The classroom was empty but for us, the last two souls lingering, packing our bags. A draft from the window whispered past, "whoosh, whoosh," its frosty breath tickling my cheek, a shiver running down my spine. I turned to her, "Are you ready? It's so cold here. Let's hurry home." "Yes, I am," she replied, her voice a warm beacon in the chill. We grasped hands and stepped out, only then realizing we were the last besides the duty teacher. Across the way, a row of路灯stood forgotten, casting their yellow glow into the night. We decided to extinguish the lights, a small mission in the vast expanse of the empty campus.
As I held her bag, she climbed the stairs to switch off the lights. Unaware, I stepped into a puddle, my cry echoing through the silence. Hearing my shout, she hastened down, concern etched on her face. "What happened?" she asked. "I stumbled and hurt my foot," I confessed. "How could you be so careless?" she scolded, her tone the voice of a nurturing mother. Seeing her irritation, I couldn't help but smile. "You're laughing even though it hurts?" she said, helping me up. "Can you walk?" I tested my weight on the injured foot, the pain sharp. "How is it?" she inquired with tenderness. "I can manage," I assured her. "You're not just saying that, are you? You look in pain." "I wouldn't dare deceive the queen herself," I joked, trying to lighten the mood. "You're still cracking jokes?" She laughed, a sound as warm as the light she'd switched off. "Let's head home, I'll support you," she said, and together we limped, our laughter echoing down the corridors of time.
Arriving home, she saw me to my door before departing with a relieved smile. Our paths may have diverged, our schools different, but as the saying goes, "A bosom friend afar brings a distant land near." No matter the miles between us, our friendship remains unchanged, as close as ever, the bond of true companionship that defies distance.