March 26, 2013.

Sixteen years have passed, all the magnificent waves have turned into waves, and even, some of the former hundreds of turns and thousands of retreats are so that they can't even see the subtlety of a ripple, but they can't imagine that a thousand sails have passed, and only you are still fresh in their memories.

In March, some students went back to school to see the cherry blossoms.

It's another year of mountain flowers, and in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass is about to grow and the warblers are flying.

The scenery of Lilan Lake in their photos has changed a lot, and the six buildings have changed their new looks, and they can't see the shadow of the past, and the sand pit and volleyball court in the corner of the playground are still vaguely the same as they were back then......

I tried to find a little bit of familiarity in their photos.

In the first September of our arrival in Jiangcheng, the stone benches and stone tables around which we used to sit around, the green grass that had just receded and noisy, and the green trees that were covered by the sunlight penetrating the branches...... Not in the photos;

On that sunny afternoon when I gradually woke up, you sitting next to the stone table in front of the six gates, and I walked out of the six gates holding a book, and there was no one in the photo;

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

That afternoon frozen by memory, you were dressed in the sun, and you kept smiling at me in the background of the golden green that was transformed by the light, and your whole body was shining—

I once sighed that no matter how vivid the memories were, I couldn't stand the wear and tear of time, and I once thought that those haunting dreams would eventually fade away to no feeling, but I never thought that more than ten years had passed, and my thoughts had not been worn away.

Those who have your past are still as etched in my heart as they were back then.

Even, I miss you more and more.

The basketball court in front of the gymnasium is still there, and the location and markings are all traces of the past.

Although the ball rack is no longer the same as it used to be, and the ground has been paved with gorgeous plastic, I can still be in the games you refereed through the photos, and still follow you on the field with my eyes.

You are close at hand, and I can still feel the sultry aura you exude.

Suddenly, I suddenly realized that I woke up like a dream, at the end of summer that year, by the Blue Lake, on the boulevard, on a certain corner of the campus, on the grassy hillside, at the moment of looking back, the moment of raising my eyes, the moment I glanced at you intentionally or inadvertently, I could meet you so often, if it was not a coincidence of unfinished fate, it must have been a specially created encounter by you!

Otherwise, how can there be so many accidents?

Where did those encounters come from?

Why are the other acquaintances and fellow villagers who have never met by chance, and who have made new friends? …… Not you?

Is it that you were the same as me back then?

Is it true that we in our 20s are all wandering in the same place where we think we should have each other?

Looking at the coincidence of only seeing one side and only one glance?

It's just that my Bawang is always extravagant, and your Bawang has achieved those frequent chances.

Almost every encounter was recorded in my diary back then, otherwise, how could the "meet ...... again" between the lines be repeated so much, so much so that people are so depressed and sad?!

Me and you, what kind of entangled fate is this! ……