Those laments about being the right person at the wrong time, and being the right person at the wrong time,
Although cliché, there is some truth in it.
Occasionally I ask myself: If we were not teachers and students, would you and I have a tomorrow?
Paving the gravel road towards memories, sleeping quietly in the quiet afternoon sunshine.
After all these years of separation, we still look forward to our reunion someday in the summer.
What time cannot give us, we can make up for it with fantasy.
If you occasionally walk alone on this path,
Maybe you will also find——
The centella asiatica growing silently on the gravel road.
——Fang Xueming