We are wandering in the years to come, but the future is all a shadow of the past. Like a hot review of a song, how I wish I suddenly woke up one day and found that I fell asleep in a class in the first grade of junior high school. What I was experiencing now was all a dream, and the table was covered with my saliva. I told my deskmate that I had a very long dream, and then she called me an idiot and told me to listen to the class carefully. . . .
Idea: One day, I suddenly thought of my deskmate whom I had a crush on. Did she grow her pigtails into shawl hair? Will she be lucky enough to meet her on the street?