Time waits for the right person.

The years are ruthless, but the fallen flowers are intentional. Everyone has feelings, through the prosperous years, through the ordinary path, writing a short life.

Life is divided into too many stages, and you will meet the right person at each stage. Don't ask about birth, age, wealth, treat everyone with the truest feelings.

Today's story is simple. All four people are ordinary, and there is nothing earth-shattering It's easy to get to know each other. It's just a community in a small village. Just about the same age, we can talk.

At school, different ages and grades are different. Start talking about interesting things and gossip of all grades; I will also discuss teachers and all kinds of wonderful teaching; It will become more and more difficult to learn, but I will also study hard to be a schoolmaster.

Time flies, no matter what words or famous sayings are used to describe this abnormal time. Everyone is entering another stage, either high school, technical secondary school or university. It is said that there is a generation gap between them, but it does not exist, and the ideological distance is not much different. But the circle of friends is different, the environment is different, and some values may be different. This does not seem to be an obstacle.

Yesterday afternoon, we met in the cinema and chatted with each other, but there was no embarrassment. We continued to talk and laugh. Although the content is not about the dream life, we talked about trivial life. The dream life that I often talk about is too social, but talking about trivial life makes people suddenly enlightened, without pressure, only physical and mental pleasure.

Waiting for the people around you who are predestined friends, more or less predestined friends, should be years of endless benefit; Also cherish fate, cherish it, and always treat others with fate. If the fate is shallow, it doesn't matter. When you and I are destined, I will treat you well. The reasons are deep and shallow, which makes the years wait.