Time is not old, we are not separated - the little thing about the class reunion
Time flies. Those once youthful faces have now been carved into their own unique appearances by the years. On that day, a casual message reminded us that our classmates, who had long been divergent, gathered together again - it was time for a long-lost class reunion.
Speaking of class reunions, it is inevitable to sigh. Back then, we rushed into the classroom with our schoolbags on our backs and the ringing of the bell, just to grab the "throne" in the last row. In class, the teacher's serious face and boring knowledge always make us drowsy, but the ray of sunshine outside the window and the occasional flying bird have become our best playmates. After class, everyone flocked out of the classroom, or played in the hallway, or gathered around to share each other's little secrets.
At that time, we always thought that such days would go on forever, but we didn't know that the pace of growth never stopped. In the blink of an eye, the graduation season came, and everyone packed their bags and embarked on different life paths. Some people say that graduation is the end of youth, but I think it is just the beginning of another form.
This class reunion came into being against such a background. When we became active again in the WeChat group, discussing the location and time of the meeting, I could feel the excitement and anticipation that I had not felt for a long time. Everyone said that no matter where they are, they must overcome all difficulties and participate in this gathering.
On the day of the party, the sun was shining and the breeze was not dry. We arrived at the gate of our alma mater at the appointed time, and the familiar gate seemed to open the door of time again, bringing us back to those green years. Everyone hugged and greeted each other, as if the interval was not many years, but only yesterday and today.
We revisited the campus along a familiar route. The classrooms, cafeterias, and playgrounds that we have complained about countless times have become particularly friendly at this moment. Every place you go to evoke a wonderful memory. Some people regained their passion for running in the playground, some people relived their hard-earned first love in the classroom, and some people reminisced about the days when they used to line up together to eat in the cafeteria.
Of course, the climax of the party is the dinner session in the evening. Everyone sat together, raised a glass and drank freely, telling the ups and downs of these years. Some people shared their struggles in the workplace, others talked about the joys and hardships of being parents, and others talked about what they saw and heard during their travels. Everyone's story is so wonderful and so engaging.
I, on the other hand, listened quietly to everyone's story, and my heart was full of emotion. Looking at these faces who have grown up together, I can't help but think of the saying: "Time is not old, we are not separated." "Yes, although the years have left marks on our faces, our hearts are still young and our friendships are still strong.
After the dinner, everyone gathered around to take pictures. Those smiling faces, those hugs, and those moments of toasting have all been frozen in ** and have become our eternal memories.
That night, I posted a message in my circle of friends: "Today, we get together again to relive the good times of those years. Thanks to the years, let us grow; Thank you for the friendship that keeps us going. May we all cherish this rare friendship, and no matter where we go, we can keep in touch and continue to share each other's stories. ”
The story quickly received a large number of likes and comments. Some people expressed envy for our friendship, some lamented the ruthlessness of the years, and some people said that they should cherish the people in front of them. Looking at these messages, my heart was filled with warmth and emotion. It turns out that our story is not just our own, it also touches the heartstrings of so many people.
Finally, I would like to say to my readers: thank you for accompanying me through this wonderful time. If you also have your own class reunion stories, please leave a message in the comment area to share. Let's record those warm and touching moments with words!