The girl of my age is going to be a mother.

our relationship is fragile, everyone is.
"Perfect Stranger"

opening Wechat early the other morning, I saw my high school classmate D post a circle of friends:

"18 years old, Buqian"

this sentence was repeated repeatedly by many students on the day of our bar mitzvah, and it was also conscientiously tapped on Weibo that day.

on that day, we had a little bit of excitement, a little bit of pride, and a kind of enigmatic confidence "from now on, we are all the best!"

D's sister later went to our high school. It was her bar mitzvah that day, so relatives and friends also went to the scene to witness this important moment.

when I saw that moment, I was in a trance-it had been several years since I was 18 when was a child.

I clicked on the picture of D, which is the gymnasium of our high school and the auditorium of the bar mitzvah at this time of year.

the school always does some labor-saving things, and the ostentation, decoration, and process seem to have not changed for so many years.

the second floor of the auditorium is still hung with the phrase "Heavenly Gentlemen should strive for self-improvement";

the curtain of the stage still says "Eighteen aspirations", accompanied by a picture of a group of students running on the playground, with shy smiles on their faces and full of youth;

the stage is crowded with people, with a row of parents and a row of students sitting at intervals. Their backs are the same as those of the students sitting in front of me a few years ago.

from the picture, everything looks the same as it was then, and it hasn't changed a bit.

I used to think that school was so lazy, and I never knew how to change one set after another. Now I suddenly think, "strong> well, just save some trouble." That's good. Don't change.

after all, over the years, many people and things at that time have been beaten to pieces.

after I re-enabled Weibo, I turned off the boy.

the first time I saw him was at the school's art festival rehearsal.

he danced mechanically and solo on the stage.

I looked at him off the stage and couldn't help pulling the people around me and saying, "look, it's so handsome."

at that time, at the Art Festival, each class had a program, and most of the classes would choose the relatively simple program of the chorus, and only the more powerful classes would dance by themselves. As soon as such a class takes the stage, it can immediately accumulate enough applause.

and the best people in such a powerful class tend to dance solos at the finale, and after the performance, the whole school will know you.

We rehearsed many times, and every time it was his turn, I felt that the music was super-enjoyable, and his every move matched the music so well that from rehearsal to formal performance, I couldn't help running to the middle of the stage every time. I couldn't take my eyes off the stage, and I had to applaud after watching it.

I have a good friend in his class. I am on the fourth floor and my friend is on the third floor.

after that time, I often went downstairs to study with my friends.

I am a liberal art major and my friend is a science major.

"Great, you can just teach me math," I said, and then happily went to other people's classes every day. After so many times, he finally knows me.

in retrospect, it is irrational to pay so much attention to a stranger who knows nothing just because of one or two distant flashing moments.

the facts also prove this idea. I forgot what happened later, but I only remember that after using Wechat, he was not on the contact list, and we never had a deeper intersection.

after a long time, I returned to Weibo and found him among people who followed each other, which reminded me of these things. But his last Weibo post stopped for 16 years, and then turned up, it was nothing more than boring retweets.

I found that I couldn't even remember his name. After hesitating for a moment, I decided to press cancel.

that annoying girl is going to be a mother.

she was a class jumper and had a bad reputation before she came in. People say she has poor grades and has had a lot of boyfriends.

although people have a bad impression of her, they still welcome her with a receptive attitude.

but soon, everyone found that she was annoying.

there is no hygiene in the dormitory, and the melon seeds are thrown on the floor after eating. She said: "anyway, people on duty have to sweep the floor."

because she is the only child in the family, the family is so spoiled that it is easy to move the parents out to "do justice" for themselves. She also taught me to say: "if you have conflicts with your family, you will run away from home. When they are afraid, they will naturally dare not to listen to you."

she speaks harshly and prides herself on being frank. Every time you have a conflict with someone, it must be someone else's fault, followed by a bad-mouthed meal to others.

then slowly, everyone alienated her.

she didn't know why and became very unhappy.

the last time I saw her was in someone else's moment.

she wears a wedding dress and her belly bulges slightly, surrounded by relatives and friends, holding her parents and groom-to-be.

in that big group photo, everyone laughed happily. She was a little fatter than before, her hair was dyed black, and she didn't look as delicate as she did at that time.

but I think she should finally learn to be less capricious, take responsibility, and drive. That's a lot of heart.

the school is getting better and better, and I'm a little unhappy.

I don't know if you have ever experienced such a spell: "as soon as you leave, you have everything you wanted."

in the second year of my graduation, the school installed air-conditioning in all the classrooms in the third year of high school;

built a new canteen that had been delayed for a long time;

even the "unnecessary" things like landscaping were built.

while brushing the school photos and news, all of us old students lamented that we were born at the wrong time. Although it is the same school, we also know that it has changed for the better in some inconspicuous places.

people always seem to be a little selfish, same to people and things.

after leaving some old people, once they get better and better, they seem to be unhappy.

because you have everything you once wanted, but it has nothing to do with you.

Look no further than mother of the bride dresses for beach wedding and feel your extremely best. We have the perfect selections to cater for all tastes.

recently, when we see the graduation photos taken by some friends in advance, we still often sigh and say that we want to go back to the past.

probably because we later found that after the age of 18, there may not always be a crisp pleasure and wanton. Not after that day, we were the best.

on the contrary, there are more important things than secret love;

there are more moments when you have to learn to be a human being;

there are more times when you can't complain even if you feel unfair.

all this makes people often miss the 18-year-old who doesn't need to worry.

in the middle of writing, my roommate patted me and asked me if I had sent my resume, which made me suddenly trance from the past-when I was 18 years old, I was going to start looking for a job now.

that cool boy has checked in, the annoying girl is going to be a mother, and the sweltering school is finally equipped with air-conditioning, everything is changing so fast.

is not used to it, but when you think about it,

everything is changing for the better.

No longer treat feelings so recklessly, regard both appreciation and good feelings as love; put away the edges and corners that hurt others, learn to bear, and learn to make ourselves and the people around us happy; those places where we have been are also constantly improving, and it seems to be an honor when we talk to others.

although I occasionally think about  ", that's fine. Don't change."

but now you can accept it. everyone will change.