Ten years of friendship. Today, after a 10-year absence, we meet again and have endless topics.

Reminiscing about the happy past of you and me, telling each other about the torment of your and my thoughts, and depicting the beautiful longing of you and me. Although time can take away youth, it can't take away the deep friendship of classmates.

Although we are scattered all over the world, running around for our studies and busy for our careers, each of us has different experiences and circumstances.

After the sixth year of junior high school, the junior high school classmates reunited. The students got together and the atmosphere was warm. I haven't seen each other for a few years, and when I meet, it's always so cordial, whether it's men or women, I can't help but hug warmly.

After the hug, there was a chatter of non-stop words, as if he was going to pour out the words of the past few years at once.

Wine is always indispensable for getting together. Wine is fragrant, love is mellow. Three cups and two cups down, the atmosphere came, the conversation gate opened, and I couldn't hold it anymore.

You say three words, I say two words, sit at this table, respect that table, the good things of the year, the bad things of the year, all spit out with a grunt.

This said that the teacher was biased back then, and he always asked those who had good grades when he asked questions in class. He said that it would be nice if he had studied more seriously.

This laughed at how stupid you were back then, I couldn't imagine that you were so handsome today. The one who was sighing and couldn't imagine that the ugly duckling of the year had become today's white swan.

You said that so-and-so was the most naughty in class, and he always kicked the classmates in front of him during class. I said that so-and-so studied the hardest, got the best grades, and was a top student.

He said that a certain classmate likes to help people the most, and it always makes people feel warm. Study together, work together, exercise together, fight together, go to the street together, laugh together, be sad together, watch movies together, and scatter the house with wine.

Speaking of emotion, his voice became choked, he raised his glass and touched it together, raised his head and drank it all, how many classmates were in the wine.

The aroma of wine is stronger, and the friendship is intoxicating. When the wine was drunk, I don't know who sang "You at the Same Table", and everyone couldn't help but sing along.

The song "You at the Same Table" evokes many memories. The youthful sprouts of the year, the youth of the year, the ignorant feelings of the year, the hazy affection of the year, the confession, the unconfessed, the public, and the secret love were all turned out by the classmates one by one as beautiful talks.

Memories are always sweet, sour, and regretful. Life is wonderful because of regrets.

These are the most beautiful memories among students. Togetherness is always short-lived. The two-day reunion ended in a blink of an eye, and it was time to part.

Parting is sad. In the station, holding hands and clinging to each other, silent is better than words, tears are full of eyes, waving goodbye, and meeting for the coming year.

The short party brings us back to the innocent student days. Junior high school was the most simple time we were growing up.

Those people in junior high school, those things in junior high school, are the most worth remembering, they have always remained in the heart of memory, and they have been reminiscing about it all their lives.