There is a blog I would like to visit often. Its owner was a smart girl, one of my primary school classmate. I met her in grade 5 at the age of 10. I moved to that town and transferred into her class. The first day when teacher arranged the seat for me, I sat directly next to her for a lucky mistake. The teacher told me to be seated beside the girl named Annie, but I took it as Anna, the name of my deskmate on the other side. Although it was somewhat funny, I always believed that it’s written destiny. Then we became friends. She cared me so much that I got to blend into the new class soon. The best memory was in the spring when she and many other classmates shared their snacks with me. That’s my permanent source of gratitude.

We went into different junior middle schools then. During that time, I just met her for once.

I opened the door of my senior middle school classroom, a girl knocked into me. I stood in amazement, not knowing what happened. I would like to call out the girl’s name for the familiar face, but I forgot when had we met. Numb! Then I came back to myself and called her name in a low voice.

Actually, in the three years we communicated little. But I remembered she was that girl when we were 10, when we were 11.

After the graduation of senior middle school, she began to record daily life in her blog. She has a good sense of feeling and touching the beauty of life and what is most important, the fabulous skill to express it in written form. I must be one of her obsessed fans who have always been following her essays when we need someone to lead us to thinking silently.

She is still that smart girl. Many happys and many thanks to her!