A friend is a luxury

             A friend is a luxury: not to mention the snobbery, it is not a friend, a real friend is to know each other, but it is not easy to know each other, you have to open the hearts of others, you have to open your own, you must hold the other's heart in your heart, you must first push your heart into the other's heart; this true or true temperament mutual flow, is a friend's secret, is a friend's happiness. But it means that your inner strength is within your reach, that there is a surplus of spiritual activity that can open up and flow out at any time, like a spring in the mountains, into a groove that can accommodate your compassion; and that sometimes you have to take risks, and you have to spend money, you have to find your way patiently through the rough stones and the stinging grass, when the hard times, the pain, the waste, when it's possible, when it's like water to you, the water-like meek heart that seeks compassion can find peace and joy before.

               So I said that the friend is the luxury, “Knows each other” is the treasure, but must take the true disposition of the blood to exchange, to fight. So I dare not speak lightly, for I know myself that my sources are limited, that I am cautious, and that from time to time I have the fear of bankruptcy; I can not“Spend” freely. The day before yesterday, some children came to invite me to speak to you. Their earnest pleas won me over and forced me to obey. But children, I am ashamed to say, what can I give you

        The first thing I want to say to you is that you are children. But where is the boy's me? As if yesterday I was a child, today somehow changed. What is a child or not for a little lively innocence, but innocence than is the bud in the soil, cold soil hard to suppress its vitality-this year asked who to go to the warm spring breeze