1 > before she came, I seemed to be sleeping in the dark, but as soon as she appeared, she woke me up, led me to a bright place, and connected everything around me with a continuous county to weave colorful lace. She immediately became my lifelong friend, the most intimate person and the most knowledgeable and precious person I knew-it was her selfless love for the world that enriched me. In people's minds, joy and sorrow are almost intertwined, alternating with each other at an unpredictable and puzzling speed. When I was young, I imagined myself as a beehive. All kinds of ordinary rough people, like bees, sent the knowledge and thoughts of life into the beehive. They did their best to enrich my mind generously. This kind of bee is often dirty and bitter, but as long as it is knowledge, it is honey. When night comes, a powerful, fresh, caring thing like a loving mother, such as a bosom, is gently stroked by silence like a warm, furry hand, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory, and brushing away all the fine dust that has eroded people during the day. 58