Some people say, "If you are poor, don't go to a class reunion, but if you go, you are not poor." Do you agree?

The friendship between classmates seems to be the most relaxing and joyful of all emotions. Because we have witnessed each other's growth and maturity, and also recorded a beautiful time of our own, every time we mention it, I always feel that it is like a crystal-clear gem, emitting dazzling light in the long river of memory.

Every time a classmate gets together, it always seems to make people's hearts swell with excitement. They drink and talk happily, recalling the past, and feel high-spirited.

But as I get older, I feel more and more that class reunions seem to have changed, turning into a miniature version of "Vanity Fair" and no longer pure. Whether you can attend class reunions freely and freely depends on whether your pockets are deep and your head is rich.

Because, poor people have gradually stayed away from class reunions, and most of the people who go are no longer poor.

I think back then, the students were all at the same starting point in life. No one dared to look down on anyone’s dreams and pursuits for the future. After all, the future was promising and everyone had a lot of opportunities. Time and opportunity to reach the top of your own life.

But in the melting pot of life, different choices, different efforts, and vastly different fates have caused students who were originally similar to each other to gradually develop different lives. Some have become successful and famous, and have already become "dragons and phoenixes" in everyone's mouth, and have become "legends" in everyone's mouth; some are safe and stable, with no worries about food and clothing, and are the envy of many people; some are not as expected, and have tossing and turning. , still nothing was accomplished, life was very difficult.

At first, most people could come to class reunions regardless of their existing differences. We mostly talk about past events and reminisce about our youth. Even if we lose temporarily, we encourage each other and look forward to making a turnaround when we meet again next year.

People are all about saving face. If it doesn’t work in one year, it doesn’t work in two years, and it still fails to improve as expected in three years, then when I receive an invitation to a class reunion, I start to “back out.”