During the epidemic, I most intuitively felt the importance of friendship in my heart. At that time, the city and the school were closed, and my roommates and I could only live in limited campus space and dormitory areas for nearly a year. I didn't feel depressed during that period. On the contrary, I liked living with good friends. I prepared drinks and takeaways every day and started sitting around talking about interesting things. Sometimes we could talk until dawn. I still remember the dim light of the desk lamp in the room with the lights off, illuminating the table covered with food scraps and wine bottles. Friends around me were sitting cross-legged on chairs and beds, telling each other about our dreams and futures...