May every time you cry, you cry with joy

Opening the long-dusted diary, there is a postcard with my favorite Erhai Lake printed on it. It says:

I hope you cry with joy every time you cry.

I thought about the postcard for a long time, and then I remembered that it was sent to me when Nan traveled to Yunnan during the summer vacation of the third grade of junior high school. Nan's shadow couldn't help but appear in his mind, and the memory fragments were played out scene by scene like a youth movie.

She transferred to our class when she was in the second grade of junior high school. The first time I saw her, I saw a lot of things similar to mine in her bright eyes, and I had a vague feeling that there would be a story between her and me. And it did, and we became good friends. During those three years in junior high school, we made countless memories and experienced a lot of sadness.

At that time, we were both study committee members, and we took turns being on duty in the classroom every morning during morning exercises. Every time she was on duty, she would help me tidy up my desk, and I would tidy her desk when I was on duty. Whenever I see the neat desk after morning exercises, I will smile knowingly. The most tacit understanding is that there are many times when the teacher asks questions and our answers are always the same. We do homework together, eat together, and get out of school together almost every day. I can't stand the pain of lovesickness even on weekends. Either I go to her house or she comes to my house. Our mother disliked us for going to the bathroom together and said, "You two just live in the same house. You really can't be apart for even a minute." Every time my mother said this, we all answered in unison: I wish I could.

In a campus singing competition, the two of us sang "Two Butterflies" and won first place. After our classmates knew that we were inseparable besties, they gave us the nickname "Two Butterflies". Two Butterflies". After graduation, when I meet my former classmates, I am often asked: "Where is your butterfly? Why are we not together?"

Although we live at the same pace, she is shy and gentle, and I am passionate and unrestrained. I remember that at that time, there was a boy who was chasing her. After he caught up with her, he dropped out of school. From time to time, he asked others to give her messages. She often felt sad because of the boy's words. One time, she didn't know what the boy asked someone to say to her again, and she burst into tears in the classroom. The most annoying thing was that she mutilated herself and scratched a few bloody marks on her arm with a knife. After her classmates told me, I didn't go to their class to see her first. Instead, I rushed to the class of the classmate who gave her the message and scolded her. He blamed others for not speaking the right words, and also said a lot of words that hurt people's self-esteem. If the monitor hadn't come over to break up the fight that day, I would have been beaten up by that boy.

After entering high school, she studied science as a soft girl, but I studied liberal arts as a tomboy. Our classes were several floors apart. Every day during class breaks, she would go down from the sixth floor to the third floor, and I would go up from the first floor to the third floor. We would gather at the top of the stairs to chat. When we were happy, we would hug each other. As we hugged each other, the classmates passing by thought we were gay and looked at us with disdain.

When I was in my senior year of high school, I was always unable to get into the mood, but she was already immersed in the atmosphere of the college entrance examination and had no time to wait for me at the stairs on the third floor. The first time I went to the meeting place, I didn't see her, so I ran to their classroom to look for her. I looked hard at the window of their class, looking for her, but I didn't see her. I turned around and saw her and another girl walking from the corridor. At that moment, a trace of disappointment flashed in my eyes, and I felt as if my beloved thing had been taken away by someone else. She walked up to me and said goodbye to the girl warmly. I pretended not to care and asked her what she was doing. She said, "I went to the teacher's office with her to have a problem."

Since then, I I won't go to the third floor to wait for her. Because the study tasks are getting heavier and heavier, waiting for others is not only a waste of time, but by the time we get to the cafeteria, we can no longer squeeze in front of the window, and we no longer have breakfast together.

Originally we could still be together after school, but after she stayed at her aunt's house to facilitate her review, we ended up going in opposite directions after school. So there is less time to meet. One time, I was shopping in the school supermarket with a classmate of our class, and I saw her and that girl talking and laughing while choosing things together. I was jealous.

We are living our own lives now, and we all have our own joys, sorrows and joys. Yesterday was her birthday, and I saw the photos she posted on Moments. The first photo is of her blowing out birthday candles, and the second photo is of the moment when she was moved to tears. Although we can't go back to the past, seeing that she is doing well, I can't help but wish her the best:

I also hope that every time you cry, you will cry with joy.

The best relationship is one that has never been hurt. I hurt her, I hope time can heal her wounds, but what she left to me is all good things.

Who doesn’t long for the perfect friendship from childhood to adulthood. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. Sometimes, we drift away from our best friends just because of some things. No one is wrong, it’s just that we were all possessed by evil at that moment, and unknowingly pushed the people closest to us further and further away. Those who didn't stay may have not cultivated enough fate in their previous lives...

We can't control other people's hearts, everything will change.

Everything may not change. Dialectics teaches us to look at problems dialectically. No matter what the current situation is, at least we have had such a beautiful past. If I can no longer accompany you, I wish you the best in my heart. Let the innocent feelings you once had remain in your heart forever.