On New Year's Eve, a female classmate in the university group sent holiday wishes. There was silence in the group, and she sent another red envelope, but there were still few respondents. More than 30 years ago, she was a young, beautiful and versatile girl. After graduation, I went to the south and have a successful career so far. Perhaps loneliness, happiness, or some nameless sadness suddenly reminded her of her classmates scattered in the vast sea of people during the Spring Festival. Ten minutes later, this group of people recovered their former calm.

I like this poem very much: "after a lonely day, I finally like my ignorance." I feel very comfortable with them, just like a fire. " Yes, when I was a young and ignorant student, I was always passionate because I was young, and I was always fearless because I was ignorant. Isn't this like a burning stove, which makes people feel comfortable? The heads in the group are still silent, and those familiar or unfamiliar faces have a calm and fragrance of the years.

Silence, or silence. After all, it has been more than 30 years, just like every drop of wine, it can't return to the original grapes, and we can't return to the original youth. It's not easy to build a classmate group and gather everyone in a virtual world to miss those good times that have passed away.

I remember years ago, several high school classmates got together, and after drinking, several male classmates joked and booed, and everyone sang a short poem to Ban Hua. I wrote:

When I picked up the glass. I find

My sister, there you are.

Your smile? You are our goddess.

Your charm

You are drunk in my life.

?

When I raise my glass. I find

I lost my poem.

In that drifting away place.

My goddess

Your smile? You are drunk in my life.

It's time for the goddess to be my sister. It was silence that made me so attached to that last romance.

But my poem is really lost!

May time no longer be silent, and lend me a beautiful sunrise. May the years never pass, lend me mud and rapids, lend me foresight and foresight, lend me stubbornness as youth!