In our life, we are always meeting different kinds of friends. Some are always with 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 friends leave footprints. I shall always recall (回忆）the autumn and the girl with the. I know she will always be my best friend. It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaveson the cool wind. In such a season, I liked walking alone in the leaves,to the sound of them. Autumn is a season and life is uninteresting. The free days always make me sad. But one day, the sound of a violininto my ears like a stream (小溪) flowing in the mountains. A young girl, standing in the wind, was in playing her violin. I had never seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn't know that I had been there for so long but my existence did not seem to disturb her. Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building when I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became. Though we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believed she also loved me. Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly. To my astonishment (惊讶), 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 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 thatme." she said. "In fact, it was your playing that gave me a meaningful autumn," I answered. "Let's be friends." The girl smiled, and so did I.