I have a good friend. He i a handome boy and hi eye hine with widom.
I have known him ince Senior One. We are both intereted in Englih. Once both of u entered for an Englih contet. How eagerly I expected to get a prize! On hearing that I had failed in the contet, I could hardly hold back my tear. "What a pity!" I murmured to myelf over and over again. I felt that the world had become cold and everyone eemed to be laughing at me.I love Englih and have gone all out to tudy it ince my firt day in the junior middle chool. I have even dreamed of entering a foreign language intitute. So I felt very ad.
Jut at thi time, I received a hort letter in Englih, aying, "Failure i the mother of ucce. Cheer up! Don't loe confidence. Keep on your tudy and you will ucceed!" I knew it wa from the good friend of mine.Thee word encouraged me greatly. I forgot all my adne. From then on, I tudied Englih even harder. In the next Englih contet, I got the firt prize. Of coure, he wa delighted with my ucce.
I am very lucky to have uch a good friend. I'm thankful to him for hi help.