Monday, May 16

Sitting alone in the class, the joy of others has little to do with me. I don't like the external excitement, but I like a few people to talk to each other, talk about the boring things in their hearts, and comfort each other, and they will feel very happy. There is nothing more like-minded than this.

Maybe it's about to separate, and getting along with classmates often reminds me of the word fate, and sometimes I really feel that God is always arranged in loneliness. In retrospect, I was amazed at what such a coincidence.

When I first entered the military training of high school, an occasional glance made me see the girl who made me feel so cool under the scorching sun with only half of her face. As a result, military training will not feel so tired. originally thought that all this could only be the most beautiful, faintest and most illusory memory, but after entering the class, I found out that it was actually the same class. Later, when I was in the row of seats, I deliberately sat behind her, and the next few times the row did not change. Gradually, I got acquainted, but time suddenly became a joke, and I left the liberal arts and sciences class. Those days are still sweet to look back on.

I have met a quiet girl on campus several times, and she looks very elegant. I also thought it was just a cloud of the past. But who would have thought that we would be in the same class after the division of arts and sciences, let alone that we would end up at the same table. God always loves this, once longed to be acquainted, but now they really know, but they find that everything is just the surface. She is so quiet that she can't stand the introversion of her table mates, which makes me quiet sometimes.

The most outrageous thing is that the girl who is playing well now, she hasn't said a word in her sophomore year of high school, and she doesn't even know her surname. It wasn't until the first semester of the third year of high school that they knew each other. I regretted her because I had heard unfavorable remarks about her, and then it went viral. She's the girl I've talked about for the first time, and she's going to be the last, and we're having a lot of fun together, talking to each other, making jokes, and occasionally remembering her.

What kind of arrangement is all this? Many of the trivial things of the past in youth now seem so precious. Even though time has passed quietly, I still remember the first joy.

A lot of things are intertwined into fate, and a lot of the past always thinks it will disappear, but memories always float from time to time. Time has lengthened the distance between each other in reality, but we are always close to each other in our memories, and we can't understand God's intentions after all.

At the beginning, all of them were unrelated, and time can merge each other into the past of each other's lives. Or sincere friendship, or continuous affection. Even though everything is incomprehensible, it still has such a charm. All the pieces that came to an abrupt end, the last memories are still as beautiful and sweet as flowers.

I hope that all the memories will turn into sincere blessings and wish each other peace and happiness.