The day comes back with the wind

Yesterday,I waited for a old classmate after work.
We were "diehard followers" from childhood,and he transfered to other city before finishing elementary school.After some ten years,we met again when I was at college.Then parted again,the time is so fast,another some ten years has passed.
He was filled with enthusiasm,I thought so in telephone or after meeting.And he said I still had childhood elegant demeanour,haha,there is no such thing as childhood!I remembered many people and things when we talked about in jest.Those friends are busyness for the living of themselves.Sometimes I want to know their informations very much,sometimes I don't.For the memory always is more beautiful than realism.