Eight years ago, we met for the first time. The crowd was bustling and noisy. I took a helpless glance, but I fell in love with the corner of your sunny mouth. The gentle breeze stirs up a few strands of black hair, and the gentle sunshine falls on the corners of your bright mouth. There is a small mole on the lower right side of the corner of your mouth. It is the most familiar memory in your childhood. My friend said, you are our junior student, but it is a pity that I am about to step out of school, and you just came into my eyes.
Six years ago, when we met for the second time, men and women crowded in the dressing room, busy changing into new clothes, just to walk in today's show. When I returned home, I was temporarily hired as a substitute by a friend. I just listened to my friend's warnings: Don't laugh, don't walk fast, don't walk slowly, and I happened to see you flashing into my field of vision out of the corner of my eye. I still clearly remember your sunny smile, which once gently moved my heartstrings. But now, under the bright light, you are like a carved stone statue, with a rigid face, sharp edges, and heroic spirit, but you have lost the casual freedom and bright smile of the past. An unprepared encounter, I don't know how to speak to you, but the dynamic music at the front desk has already started playing. You follow the flow of people and complete your job in a cold and professional manner. And I'm behind behind behind behind you. . . I don't know how many people were separated in between. At the curtain call, I didn't even see the back of your head, and I was urged to go home by the phone call from home.
The third time we met, I would not have appeared on this occasion that I never expected. Just because a friend accidentally said that his friend, you, also got the opportunity to audition. I think I have a reason to attend.
Intention: Work hard for yourself, work hard for freedom