We are still at an age where we can imagine.
We, the small ones, constitute the epitome of this huge era.
We are all a small boat in the torrent of time, swaying and swinging constantly.
Now we still have clean and pure smiles, and use the greatest courage and hope in our lives to face the most complicated and difficult life for ourselves now.
Each individual needs to be interdependent until it completely forms a whole. It only takes two or three years for you to have me and for me to have you.
We can still cheer loudly at sports meets, shouting cheers for our class desperately and hysterically.
Maybe in the future, maybe one year later, maybe two years later, I hope that when I think of these people who touched me again, I still miss them so warmly and tenderly.
——I still love this class, even the guys who walked with me through junior high school and walked with me through countless sorrows and fatigues in the past few years.
I would like to dedicate this essay to them: Thank you for accompanying me through these times and always being there.