Colleagues went to shandong last week study, pass through zhengzhou. Quick to zhengzhou, heard that will be staying there for a moment, suddenly was produced a kind of desire: how to use this moment of time, to meet working in zhengzhou, respectively, the 27 year old sweet ling.

I wonder if sweet ling recently busy? I don't know her life work place far from the train station? I wonder if we could seize this short time? But the desire to finally meet each other over a moment's hesitation, I can't help but to WeChat normal students in the group to send a message.

Xiang ling, my friends, see information immediately said to go to the railway station to see me. Xiang ling's home is far away from the railway station, combined with zhengzhou traffic seriously, she from a trip to a Shared three hours of time, through the better part of a city, for our short of 30 minutes of meeting.

The station, we meet in a hurry. 27 years ago, we are young feelings romantic girl, we're the boys in a full face of their childhood dreams. Xiang ling when Jude remember part that visceral words "I lost a mirror, you lost a picture, now put your tears my chest, let our blood..." After graduation, we do not consider, since the unforgettable, how many times, we remember each other in your spare time, a few back, we think of youth grow up together. But little busy life, stumbles we meet. Have never thought today, 27 years with us through a long time, we experienced the 27 years of wind and frost sleet, finally ushered in the brief meeting each other. Time hastily, it relentlessly run our green years, took away our youthful appearance, but don't take away our memories and thoughts with each other. Thirty minutes, the endless v. leave feeling, words not the sorrow of parting, the wise men to turbulent past each other, no time to talk about the latest development of the old classmates, respectively moment has come again.

Just 30 minutes, haven't meet the joy of how long bloom in my heart, and sorrow of parting and make it fade quickly. In peers because of "pit", how many would you want to be, how many, how much helpless, into the indifferent when parting hug to each other. Unforgettable, are respectively the mournful eyes, unforgettable, your tears make me BiSuan retailing is shattered. Thank you, my friends, you come to see me through the better part of a city, the camaraderie, daughter doesn't buy, kid.

After the pit stop, ideological trend, mood hard to. The appearance of your youth, your smile today; You the song, your eyes tonight... Like a ZhenZhen precious picture, one by one in the head. Think of old friends to see me one side, leaving the young children, through most of the city, three hours' journey back and forth, the in the mind is dull ache. I have been sitting in the waiting room at the train station, old friends and hurried to the house in the night of lights, not feel guilty. But on second thought, if not today we meet such in a hurry, I don't know when meet each other and have to wait until! Why, we women living so tired? For family, for children, we are willing to use a short invisible ropes, himself tied to the net. Our hearts without extraneous around family, around the child, the kitchen, always cannot leave the small circle. Let the years wind and frost dyed our temples, let the time fly knife engraved lines wrinkles on his face to us. In order to family, we overlooked the call from the bottom of my heart, even neglected the reunion with old friends. We don't like a man to a said come away trip, rarely like a man to meet old friends, follow one's inclinationsly and old classmates insanely party. If we meet old friends, it was such a tear, it is difficult to enjoy; Even and old classmate party, also miss their children at home is ok, whether to eat.

However, this does not mean that our relentless. How many times, in the time of solitude, we let your thoughts fly back to few years ago, remember our teenage years, recall the good time we are together.

With old friends meet: summer vacation, we must be goodbye. We can't failed to live up to myself, over and over again, so we should seriously listen to your heart's voice.

Old friends, thank you, through the better part of a city to see me.