Happy reunion of old classmates.

1. Wish is the wind, happiness is the sail, happiness is the boat, and the wind of desire blows the sail of happiness, carrying the boat of happiness to you and sending you all the happiness in the world. I just hope you can live a carefree life!

In this world, no one will be beautiful forever. There are many encounters in life. Those who can be together are called friends, not passers-by

Open your sail, ride the wind and waves and hang my blessing on the mast. The whistle on the dock has ended yesterday's dream, and the thoughts of the years will remember the past time, return home with full load, and then come back to find the other side of reunion.

Students get together in groups of three and five, looking for familiar happy feelings in the depths of memory, and everything in the campus is gradually clear. What evokes memories is the feeling of concentration in our * * * room, walking side by side, talking and laughing, chasing figures in the sports field, dribs and drabs of memories and smiling. I remember the teacher's appearance by setting an example, vaguely remembering how many cool and expectant memories the tall and straight poplars on campus have given us, and how many gathered classmates are sent away by layers of fallen leaves every year.

It is always easier to leave than to meet, because meeting is the fate of hundreds of millions of people, and leaving is only the end of two people. It's hard to meet, but it's easy to break up. It's just that the world can't see the hustle and bustle of fate and always thinks that opportunities are infinite, so it doesn't cherish the people in front of it. We always do. We need a shoulder when we are sad, and we embrace the whole world when we are happy. What time steals is always a treasure that you can't see under your nose.