After years of absence, Junke's sudden outbreak disrupted the original pace of life and gave many people time to stop to savor and review life. On the way of life, everyone is trying to rush, but they have no time to care about the scenery along the way. In the process of running hard, we get a lot of things, but also lose a lot of things, such as innocence and original intention. People are always getting things and losing things. When the epidemic is over, what do you want to do most? This may be a question that many people are thinking about now. Without this outbreak, I might not have written that down. Time flies like a fleeting horse. It will not stop because of anyone or anything. The only fair possibility in the world is time. From 2003 to 2020, it has spanned 17 spring, autumn, winter and summer. How many seventeen years can one live? From acquaintance to acquaintance, all of them are vividly remembered. For so long, there has been a sentence to say to you, no chance and no courage to say, sorry! I'm sorry for the letter that hurt people's hearts 17 years ago. Maybe you have forgotten it. Maybe it doesn't matter to you. But for me, it's always a knot of mine, a knot that can't be opened. It's hidden in my heart and never revealed to others. I have always been a man of sensibility over reason. In fact, I've always wanted to tell you something, but I can't summon up courage. I don't know if it's meaningful to write these down, or whether it's right or wrong, or to disturb your life. Some people say: time can dilute everything. I don't agree with the view that some things won't go away with time. I remember chatting and chatting on the second floor of the teaching building before the evening self-study; I remember sitting opposite each other on the lawn of the campus and talking openly; I remember every time you said "you guy"; I remember when I was in conflict with your classmates and almost fighting, you rushed to our class and taught me at the door of the classroom I remember how you talked with me when I was in a bad mood, how many times I called in high school, how you showed me your diary, how you cried when I liked you for the first time, what you often wore, how you walked around the clothes store for the first time, how happy and excited you were when I first contacted you in college; I remember when I called you when I was a junior in a field internship. I remember when you told me about your boyfriend on the phone, I felt blessed and lost. I remember your smile and smile It's all like it just happened yesterday. It's like it's engraved in my mind. Sometimes I wonder if we would not be disconnected without the original intentional letter. From the most intimate person, we would almost become strangers. That letter is not in my heart. I can't be angry with you for two goldfish. It's all because she told me that before you knew me, you had a good score. After you knew me, your score dropped seriously. I think I influenced you. I was a bad school at that time
