I remember learning idioms for the first time when I was young, and there was a word that interested me very much - chance encounter. It means that people meet by chance due to chance. I also memorized a poem at that time: It is difficult to cross the mountain, so whoever feels sad for those who have lost their way. When we meet by chance, we are all guests from a foreign land.
Now that I am over sixty, I always forget little things. I started to worry that I would gradually forget everything, so I started to record some things. Writing is still a bit new and uneasy for me. I never thought about this in my early years. At that time, I didn't even have enough to eat.
When I picked up the pen, my thoughts automatically drifted back to that day. I will remember that day all my life.
It's not because I almost died that day. In the years I have lived, I have almost died more times than I can count on both hands. I remember this day because I bumped into a place I shouldn't have entered and met someone I shouldn't have known.
Purpose: Can people without any background achieve class crossing?