Friendship often starts from small, kind actions. When the Smith family moved into the house next door, I didn't think we would ever be friends. They seemed quiet and kept to themselves. My family, on the other hand, was loud and 1 . Our house was always full of laughter and music.
One Saturday morning, I was mowing the lawn (修剪草坪) when I saw Mr. Smith trying to 2 a heavy bookshelf into his house. He looked tired. Without thinking, I 3 the mower and walked over.
"Need a 4 ?" I asked.
He looked surprised but smiled. "That would be wonderful. Thank you. "
Together, we carried the bookshelf 5 . After we finished, Mrs. Smith offered me a glass of cold lemonade. We talked for a while, and I learned that they had just moved from a small town and felt a little 6 in the big city.
A few weeks later, a big storm hit our area. The power went out suddenly. Our house was 7 , and we couldn't find any candles (蜡烛). Remembering our 8 , my mom said, "Let's ask the Smiths. "
We knocked on their door, feeling a little 9 . Mr. Smith opened the door, holding a large flashlight. "10 !" he said warmly. "We have plenty of candles and food. "
That night, we sat in the Smiths' living room, sharing stories and 11 by candlelight. It was then that I realized how 12 it was to have good neighbours.
Now, the Smiths are no longer just the people next door. We 13 tools and get help from each other. Mrs. Smith often brings over delicious pies she bakes, and my dad helps them with their garden. That first hand I offered that Saturday morning led to a wonderful 14 between two families. Indeed, friendship begins with a simple act of 15 .
