Everything is the same, and everything is different.

When I returned to my familiar city and walked into my familiar campus, I saw so many faces wearing the same school uniforms, running in the familiar playground, strolling along the familiar tree-lined paths in groups of three and five, holding warm milk tea in my hands, and laughing and playing. All this looked so familiar, but it was so strange, but it was still a familiar classroom, familiar textbooks, and familiar acacia trees were strange faces, with different faces.

A few years ago, I always heard the elder brothers and sisters say how much they missed this campus after graduation. At that time, we dismissed it and said in a sarcastic tone, How is it possible? I can't wait to leave here early. I will never come back when I leave here. My youth was buried in this campus. Yes, I once thought that my youth was buried here, buried in geometric probability and speed acceleration every day ... I even hated everything here. But walking here today, I found that my best memories were sealed here. I still remember that age, we always talked about gossip during class, ate snacks in class, secretly played mobile phones, and secretly got along with people we liked as good friends. I make up my homework in a panic every Monday morning, and secretly pass notes every Friday afternoon to discuss what to eat on weekends.

I remember reading a joke that said, Classmate A, there is nothing in the examination room. At the last minute, my best friend threw a note, and Classmate A was moved to tears. When she opened it, she found that it said, "Where shall we eat after school?". I admit, I laughed and cried after reading this joke. In fact, that's what we did at that time. We went to school together, ate together, discussed exercises together, and went to the toilet hand in hand.

Some people say that when a person begins to like memories, it proves that she is old. Haha, maybe I am old. Looking at so many strange faces, I began to miss my former classmates, who cried and laughed, danced and danced, as well as the math problems that could never be finished on the blackboard, the vocabulary books that could never be recited on the desk, and the class teacher who couldn't stop roaring in class. It was only then that we thought it was still far away to leave. But all this is just what we thought. In the self-righteous thought, we parted ways and waved goodbye. So many familiar people have left the familiar city. I don't know what kind of people are with them at the moment. I don't know if there are people who used to live in their hearts at the moment. I don't even know if they still remember us and the good times. Some people turn around for a lifetime.

Everything is so familiar, and everything is so strange. People far away just hope that if we meet again in a few years, we can say "long time no see" with a smile.

Author: Ran Yi Ling