The cover has a bright red background with three white words arranged vertically: Classmate Record

Below is a young girl wearing a black large-brimmed straw hat, black and white phoenix eyes, and bare shoulders. yellow fashion. Youthful and energetic, eye-catching. An unrestrained life must be integrated into the river of society.

The title page is a few lines of my Chinese characters "bird bird". (Stretching his arms and legs softly, as if he were painting. Therefore, he calls himself the "bird character". Hehe, in grandma's words, it is the "dog grasshopper" character)----

Dear classmate, please use your short and beautiful words to leave me a long-lasting memory in this small area...

On the eve of Zhenzi’s graduation in 1987

In the lower right corner, there are two trumpet-shaped small dried purple flowers pressed diagonally across each other. Don't know what it's called either. (I have forgotten where the flowers and branches were picked from. I just want to keep the flower-like fragrance here forever.)

On the back of the title page, there are still my small, soft words. That was a sentiment written casually on the eve of the party 15 years after graduation ---

Years later, I just want to ask, am I still in your dream?

On the next page, there is a 2-inch black and white photo of me before graduation. White soft gauze top, black pony tail reaching to the right shoulder. There was a pool of water in his eyes, staring quietly into the distance...

After that, there were several pages of color inserts, the girl in blue, the girl in red (Germany Quisling), Japanese movie star/ Takakura Ken, Russian girl and ballet girl. On the back, there are poems and essays by Liu Zhanqiu, Peng Si, Ke Lan, Na Jialun, Ai Qing, Guan Yonghe.

On the eve of graduation, the class cadres bought a classmate directory with the same format for each of us. When we were young, we began to enjoy this friendship game. We finally dared to boldly and implicitly write our best wishes and wishes carefully into each other's eternal memories.

In July of that year, the Linfen Basin was hot and irritable. During those difficult days and nights, with the sadness and reluctance of parting, as well as worries about the future, we were restless and restless. Each of us quietly passed this little booklet of our own among our classmates...

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years have passed. Our children are also at this age. The bird of youth has flown away. Life is an ordinary reality, with ups and downs along the way.

Every time, when I am lonely and alone, I can't help but open this little notebook, walk into the years at that time, walk into the classmates, and review the preciousness of friendship and the sour and sweetness of the years. Each vivid life, like snowflakes, floats before our eyes, so crystal clear and beautiful...