Is there such a person that you can never forget once you meet him?
There is such a person, if you meet him, your trip will be in vain, and your life will be worthy of it.
September 24, 2008, Wednesday, light rain.
At 15:56, I met him, and I felt warm and gentle.
At 16:07, my heart fell for him again and I couldn't help myself. At the same time, I began to enjoy rainy days, and I was glad that I brought an extra umbrella today, so I could use it as an excuse to send him home, even though my home was right next to the school, only a four-minute walk away. I am glad that I was the first person in the class to meet him. I saw him a few minutes longer than others, and I saw his handwriting and his smile earlier.
It was raining heavily now, and thick gray clouds filled the sky. The wind rustled and rolled up a few yellowed leaves to block the sparrows from landing. The shadows of the trees swayed, and the sparrows turned to chatter on the telephone poles. A slightly wrinkled lavender-blue petal blew from the window, brushed past his shoulder, and then fell on my desk. It was the hibiscus that Lao Bi raised as a treasure in school.
An indescribable feeling surged and filled my heart from the moment it existed.
I call it joy.
Intention: cherish, be brave