We Are All on the Way to Meet Each Other

How many steps are there from the gardenia to the plane tree? The amazing times are baptized by smiles, the tender years are dazzling in the sun, the separation and encounter of childhood branches are intertwined, and the separation and reunion are blended in later. How does she transform when she has low self-esteem and flaws like her? Their story is too long and far away. This is a beautiful story about time. The tenderness and touchingness of the young people, their perfection, excellence, humor, and spookiness are far from enough to describe them. She cannot find more synonyms for them. She is lucky to have met them in time and accompanied her through the loneliest years. At a school sports meeting: "Aren't you going to stop crying?" A certain boy handed over a tissue and asked. "Damn it! Try getting hit in the butt by a basketball in front of thousands of people." "Anyway, it doesn't matter that you are always so embarrassed." "Then try again, how does it feel to proudly wear a white skirt and show off, only to find out there is a basketball mark on the back of your butt when you get home..." "... Maybe others think you are doing sales promotion. Didn't you see that there is a trademark on the back of your skirt?" "You did it on purpose!" "I swear I just hit your ass with the basketball on purpose, not put the logo on it on purpose." "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" ······ "Aren't you sick? Why are you in such good shape?" A certain woman continued to sigh while staring at the boy's impeccable abdominal muscles. "What does being sick have to do with my figure? I am naturally beautiful. How can those sickly girls compare to me? That's why I asked you to follow me and look cool wherever you go." "Okay! But only if I buy a rope." "What are you buying a rope for?" A young boy asked in confusion. "Tie it around your neck, otherwise why would I be holding you captive?" A certain girl opened her eyes innocently and said innocently, and the boy was choked with black lines all over his head. One day, not long after, in a morning reading class she was attending, there was a young man standing in the wind, standing at the door of her classroom, as if appearing out of thin air. In the dim light of dawn, he stood in front of the summer time against the light and said to her: Xu Youxue, we haven't finished talking about what we said a few years ago. In the loudspeaker of the classroom, Chen Jieli's cover of "Drunken Flower Yin" made people drowsy, and her tall and unruly figure made people feel like they were in another world. He was still him, never changed, and he could still pull her out of the classroom calmly despite the gossip and the noise of his classmates... She was shocked to realize that memory. There was a warm young man waiting under the afterglow of the sunset and said to her: Why are you crying? The years are quiet, no matter where you go, you can trace the boy's footsteps; now the world is stable, when will they meet? Why not follow her footsteps, step into the soft and charming past, awaken your sleeping seeds of time, and watch - "We are all on the road to meet", and savor the same years in our past.