We met in junior high school and were the best friends. We walked through the weather and the four seasons together. In high school, we were admitted to different schools and went our separate ways. After entering the society, we had little contact. A high school classmate suggested to visit my alma mater in my former class group, and I met her. Friendship is like an ice cube, difficult to control. It melts when you hold it, and it freezes when you let it go.
Purpose: Cherish friendship
