There are many kinds of friends. Some are always   26  you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only   27  friends leave footprints (脚印).
I shall always think of the autumn and the girl with the   28 . It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves   29  in the cool wind. Autumn is a harvest（丰收）season and life is uninteresting. The free days always let   30  down. But one day, the sound of a violin came into my ears. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was   31   in playing her violin. I had   32  seen her before. The music was so nice that I didn't know I had been   33  there for so long.
Every day I went to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became   34 . I thought we were already good friends,   35  we didn't know each other.
Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly
  36  . To my surprise, the girl came over to me.
“You must like violin.” she said.
“Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.
  37 , a sad expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual.
“I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that   38  me.” she said.
“  39  , it was your playing that gave me a meaningful autumn,” I answered, “Let's be friends.” The girl smiled, and so did I.
I never heard her play again in my life. But I will always remember the girl. She is like a dream—so short, so bright, like a star giving off so much light that it makes the  40  beautiful.