we each have a best friend. my best friend, she will not speak. in school, of course, is my friend and i were like peas and carrots. but, in my opinion, good friends, some secret worries or to tell him/her, maybe he/she will feel very vexed, and it can reveal your secrets to others.

my for friends, she never like this. no matter whether anything unusual happened every day, i will tell her all my day of harvest. talk with her, is my most happy thing. she makes my body and mind cheerful. can i take a day of harvest, discontent, excited feeling to her. i am convinced that she is the best in the world of the audience.

in this week, i'll be out of many copies out the newspaper, there is only one time in the evening. and it came to pass, because i afraid too late, and told it to her.

she, make me understand myself. her heart, is created by my joys and sorrows. every little by little i grew up, she will keep in mind.

who is she? is not my classmate, not my mother. a friend of the silent -- diary.

我们每个人都有一个最好的朋友。我最好的朋友，她不会说话。当然，在学校里，我的朋友是和我形影不离的。可是，在我看来，再好不过的朋友，有些心事或秘密要告诉他/她，也许他/她会感到很烦，并且还会把你的秘密泄露给别人。

我的那为朋友，她从来不会这样。无论每天是否发生了什么不寻常的事，我都会向她倾诉我一天的收获。和她谈心，是我最快乐的事。她使我身心开朗。我可以把一天的收获、不满、兴奋等感受向她倾诉。我深信，她是这世上最好的听众。

在这周里，我要出许多张手抄报，只有一个晚上的时间。我因为害怕来不及出，便把这事告诉了她。

她，使我读懂自己。她的内心，就是由我的喜怒哀乐创造的。我成长的每一点一滴，她都会铭记在心。

她是谁呢?不是我的同学，不是我的母亲。一位无声的朋友——

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