I began to think about a question. Is it possible for me to know every classmate and teacher in this beautiful campus? Is it possible to smell every flower and brush every leaf? In every corner, leave your own mark. Have you ever thought about it that way? People say, looking back 500 times in my last life, in exchange for passing by in this life. Look at the partners around you. How many cycles did it take to get familiar with the people around you? However, the human trajectory seems to have been played a trick. Since there are wonderful times of staggered gathering, there must be a helpless plot of parting ways. What I want to sigh most is those parallel lines that never intersect. Just like you and I have never met. We are not far apart. We have experienced the sunrise and sunset every day together, breathed the air under the same sky, and even had dinner at the same canteen window, but I have never seen you. Will we meet again? The following is a "premeditated encounter" given by Deng of Class Six, Grade Two, to all senior two students. She left a message: I hope our next meeting is planned by us.