Yesterday, my classmates celebrated my birthday. In fact, my birthday has passed long ago, but I still can't bear to refuse the kindness of my classmates. Creating opportunities to get together with classmates is also a joy.
When the music wishing you a happy birthday played, while I felt the friendship between my classmates, I also experienced the time station of "accidentally falling into the dusty web and leaving in a blink of an eye".
The years pass by, and the seasons flow. Begonias have not yet rained, pear blossoms have snowed before them, and half of the spring is gone, but this is the end of the world.
The past is like smoke, traveling thousands of miles with the wind. I recall it every night in my dreams, but it just flies by. In the blink of an eye, it blows past my old hometown. It turns out that I listened to the mountains and rivers and turned the spring breeze into thousands of words.
At this point, I truly understand that in the changing life, time is the biggest thief, stealing our youth, our youth, and our prime. What is left to us is that the situation waits for no one, and it takes a moment to grow into a hair. These are all done inadvertently.
A person's life may be just a few pages of poetry manuscripts, moving forward in the constant revision and copying, from black hair to dyed temples, from green to old age.
Life is like this, while reminiscing, continuing, longing, and sighing, never willing to stand still.
When we shake off the dust of the world, the years will eventually fade away for us. Yesterday has passed, but the love of classmates is still in our hearts.
would like to express my gratitude to all my classmates for their persistence and companionship in this world for nearly 40 years.
