I went to Chongqing Cancer Hospital for a physical check-up a few days ago and came back. Since I spent a few days in the hospital and traveling by car on the way back and forth, I felt a little tired, so I went to bed earlier than usual at night.

I don’t know whether it’s because the weather in Chongqing is too hot, and I caught a cold due to the alternating outdoor heat wave and indoor air-conditioning temperature difference, or because my body really couldn’t bear it, my head felt a little uncomfortable, and I felt drowsy all night.

I woke up naturally at 5:20 in the morning and habitually opened my phone to browse the messages I had not replied to last night.

Suddenly I saw a photo I had never seen before among my classmates in junior high school, and I felt a mixture of strangeness and familiarity.

Look carefully, I am in the photo, another unexpected surprise, a precious photo.

Looking at every once-familiar face in the photo, an inexplicable sense of intimacy comes to my heart.

I can’t remember when the photo was taken, and I’m trying to recall the past in my mind, but I still can’t remember the name of one of my classmates.

Later, when I asked classmates in the group, Xian'e still remembered his name - Zhou Hui thought of the songs he had sung with classmates he hadn't seen in nearly thirty years; the friendship that never faded in those green years, a warm current

flowing in the body.

Then I posted the song "Childhood" and joined the group. Following the melody of the music, my heart was full of nostalgia and happiness!

My thoughts are all over the place, as if I have been pulled far, far away by a time machine, back to the scenes of childhood stories... In that era, we were poor in material, but we all had a beautiful dream, big or small, in everyone.

My heart has quietly sprouted, and I have longed for it and worked hard for it... During the spring outing in the beautiful bamboo forest in my hometown, the birds sang happily, the flowers were fragrant, the butterflies were flying, and the insects were whispering.

We also gently integrate our respective ideals and expectations into one.

Many years later, looking back, our homeland is the place closest to our hearts, and every plant and tree is still as close to us as before.

We chase our dreams and wander around the world. No matter where we are, we never forget where we came from.

When we are young, we look into the distance, longing for a better future, and often ask ourselves: Where is the poetry?

How far is the distance... In a trance, it seems that I have returned to a certain class break when I was a student. As the bell rang together, all the students came to the playground.

There is always an old man (Uncle Xie) selling yellow buckwheat pancakes waiting for us in the staircase aisle.

The yellow buckwheat pancakes made by the old man himself (a dime each, and often given to us as extras) are not only a delicacy between classes, but also a warm comfort deep in the souls of our generation.

The old class monitor (Peng Yonggeng), who is full of leadership, accompanied the inter-class broadcast as usual. In his one, two, three, four... command, he led everyone to do radio gymnastics rhythmically, full of youthful power.

It has not changed until now. In our hearts, he will always be our old squad leader.

Every time he is around, the atmosphere is always full of unity and harmony. He is a classmate but also like a big brother, giving people a full sense of security.

(There are many good memories and stories, 10,000 words are omitted here.) At that time, Xiaolan was singing, painting, calligraphy... she was an all-round talented girl in our eyes.

Qingqing, Xian'e, Hongyan, Xiaomin, Huimei, Lidan, Hongli, Hongdu, Chenfeng, Xiaoping, Xia Xiangshuai, Luo Xingfu... Of course, there are also classmates who have not been named, in my heart

Here, each of them is a unique existence in the world. Everyone has their dazzling advantages and the warmth deep in their souls.

It is also because of them that they made my youth time warm and friendly, leaving behind colorful and beautiful memories!

After many years, we are searching for each other on different life trajectories, chasing the dreams written in our hearts when we were young.

Going through our own experiences, meeting some people and experiencing some things in another time and space.

In the sea of ??people, I have experienced successes and failures, ups and downs.

In a world that is colorful, noisy and lonely, we have to complete our own life tasks.

Looking for the olive tree in my dream, I have seen different scenery.

Looking back suddenly, I always recall the songs I once sung, "Stars Light Up", "People on the Journey", "You at the Same Desk"... Every song and every melody touches the softest part of the soul, with

Deep scream.

When we meet again, no matter how things change, our innocence remains intact and our youth is eternal.