Walking on the familiar road, the people around him passed by, so indifferent that they didn't look at it. Although, rubbing shoulders, it is also a kind of fate.

I often think that fate may be the most mysterious thing in this world. When they first came to the world, they were arranged into their own fate, and they were torn between destined or accidental encounters. Even if it is a friction relationship, it must be exchanged for looking back 500 times in the previous life. Then you, the precious you in my life, your existence, will be what a happy encounter for me.

If I don't understand your importance, then let me think about what a terrible assumption to assume without you. If it weren't for you, my world wouldn't be so gentle.

What would I have done without you — yes, I mean you — I don't have the courage to think about it. A carefree childhood is warm because of your familiar embrace, and your immature little hands are solid because of your big hands. I often remember the graffiti in my hand, which filled your textbooks, I often remember that my little self was placed in the back of the classroom and listened to the melodious sound of the piano, and the bedtime stories and lullabies gave me a peaceful night. Before I knew it, I had grown up, and you had faded away from all your youth, although you didn't look old compared to your peers. I understand that the bits and pieces of the past ten years have already marked my heart with you. Then, when I went to college, every time I left home, I felt a deep reluctance, reluctance, but I could only bury it in my heart. You always stuff my duffel bag full, full of concern, full of thoughts. Although, I am adrift like a dandelion, but I always remember - without you there is no me, you are the only one, my only one.

If it weren't for you – you should know that I was referring to you, this position, rightfully reserved for you. Do you remember that photo, the photo of me reaching out under the steps to hook the camera hanging in your hand, childhood memories are always so sweet; on the way to the mountain, I fell asleep soundly on your bumpy back, and when I woke up, I already had a glimpse of the scenery of the mountains; the "good things" that often appeared from your hands like a trick often made me happy. And that letter, which came to me from the sacred capital, thinking of you who was so glorious, had nothing but admiration, pride and warmth in my heart. I can't tell you what kind of happiness it is, your love, your example, has already given me the strength to move forward. During that time, I had a bad stomach, and once I asked you if you were cold, you have never been afraid of cold, but that time you said cold, you said that I was not in good health, and you felt very cold. I don't know what to answer, but take care of yourself, because I don't know how much of the gray hair on your head is made for me. In fact, you don't know that your health was not very good at that time, and deep worry, self-blame and heartache once made me lose my old happiness. By the time I had left the nest like a young eagle, I knew that it was all a memory: the frolic in the quilt was long gone, and the chatter that strolled together on campus was a rarity. On the phone, we always don't know what to say, and you often don't even want to answer the phone, but I know that your love can already be expressed without words.

If it weren't for you, yes, it was you, or rather, it was you. Without you, how would I spend those days that worried me, and how would I have a reason to laugh in the days to come? It has been a great blessing for me to meet you. You know my fragility, even though I hide them deeply. You use an inadvertent sentence and an action to give me warmth, move me, and give me a sense of relief. With you, those heavy days have become memorable, and with you, I have someone to confide in when I am helpless. I think you must remember those days that made me anxious, my inexplicable suspicions, my sentimentality, which made me unable to see a way out in the vast night. And you, standing silently beside me, comforted the unreasonable me in the night breeze of the banquet, and gently soothed my sorrow. Every time I see you, I think, thank God for arranging you by my side and giving me that innocent friendship without hesitation. Soon, however, we said goodbye and went our separate ways. Hate to see each other late, resentment to return in a hurry, my heart, do you understand?

What if I didn't have you? If I am a flower, you have given me a fragrant color, if I am a tree, you have given me a tall form. Now, although I have not yet become a lotus with fragrant fragrance, I dare to say that I am unstained and not demonic. It's just that I don't know that if it weren't for you, I might have strayed from this track, or I would have been depressed in mediocrity, or I would have drifted away in mistakes. If it weren't for you, I might always be the little girl who hid behind everyone and never dared to go on stage; if it weren't for you, I might have fallen into the valley and never had the courage to get up; if it weren't for you, how could I wander in the world of words so freely; if it weren't for you, how would I know that the teacher could be such a good friend. My praise for you and my gratitude to you are such heartfelt piety. How can a small card and occasional visit repay you for your hard work and good intentions? I can only remember you and pray for your peace in your life.

Writing this, my heart seems to be filled with so much love and warmth, so much tenderness and honey. There was a warm current in my heart, and I seemed to want to say a lot, but I put away my pen. Keep them in your heart.

Every one of you has warm memories and sincere feelings in my mind. Who is "you", maybe it's you, maybe it's not you. Please don't guess who these "you" refer to. Just ask you to understand that you are very important in my heart. I can't live without you