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There are many kinds of friends. Some are always 56 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 57 friends leave footprints. I shall always recall the autumn and the girl with the violin. She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend. It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves 58 on the cool 59 . In such a season, I liked walking alone in the leaves, listening to the sound of them. Autumn is a 60 season and life is uninteresting. The free days always get me 61 . But one day, the sound of aviolin flowed into my ears like a stream flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumpedto see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was 62 in playing her violin. I had 63 seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music,I didn't know that I had been 64 there for so long but my existence did not seem to disturb her. Leaves were still failing. Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building 65 I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longerlonely and life became interesting. 66 we didn't know each other, I thought we were alreadygood friends. I believe she also loved me. Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly stopped. To my astonishment, the girl came over to me. 'You must like violin.' she said. 'Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?' I asked. Suddenly, a 67 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 yourlistening every day that 68 me.' she said. 'In fact, it was your playing 69 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. I no longer went downstairs to listen like before. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine figure of the girl. She is likea 70 —so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that it makes theautumn beautiful.