Chapter Two: In Time, We Meet Again

  Today I'm going to the library. Our campus is nestled in the mountains and by the water, with a beautiful landscape, and the library is located on the mountain, with a rich history and cultural heritage, has become one of the city's iconic cultural buildings. This is a scenic spot on campus, and it is even more charming because it is a microcosm of culture. At this moment, it beckons me, making me want to arrive quickly. From afar, I see the green glazed tiles shining in the sunlight, the surrounding scenery passing by hastily, the air fresh, the cherry blossoms along the way blooming brightly, feeling very refreshing, but now I can no longer stop to admire.

  The library is filled with a rich atmosphere, and the afternoon sunlight shines obliquely on the glass windows, giving this quiet library a harmonious beauty. I started searching for books, wanting to find a copy of "New Selections of Tang Poetry", because recently I've been fascinated by poetry and often write small poems for myself during my free time.

  My hand was wandering along the bookshelf with my eyes when someone touched it, and I found that the classmate next to me was also looking for a book. I withdrew my hand, and we both looked at each other simultaneously. "Ah, it's you," we said in unison. What a coincidence! When I was about to enjoy some leisure time, I ran into you again, Wen Yu, the one who wiped away my grapefruit juice that day.

  He smiled at me, his eyes still as calm and serene as ever. "Is this the book you're looking for? I've got it here, I was just browsing through it, let me give it to you." It wasn't until then that I noticed he already had the book in his hand, so tranquil, he must be very suited to reading this book, and again I thought of his butterfly, yes, he likes butterflies, Tang poetry also has vivid descriptions of butterflies, butterflies have been favored by scholars and poets since ancient times, often mentioned when reciting poems and writing lyrics.

  At this time, he handed me my notebook and whispered: "Your notebook, I used it up, today just happened to be packed in the school bag, return it to you, thank you!" He smiled.

  "You're welcome." I smiled and said softly.

  It's not convenient to talk in the library, so we sat down separately. This is a window seat, where you can see the scenery outside. I like sitting here, and while reading books, I can also take in the beautiful view outside the window. Coincidentally, he was sitting in the empty seat across from me, just like that day.

  As I opened the book, I was immediately immersed in the poetic atmosphere, and those poems with their profound and sincere emotions deeply moved me. Some were warm and beautiful, while others were melancholic and desolate, or even stirring and soulful. Each one stirred up ripples on my originally calm heart. Letting me become deeply intoxicated in this wonderful time, unwilling to wake up.

  I also scribbled something casually on my notebook. Just as I finished writing and was reading it to myself in my heart, I saw the note he handed me, oh, keeping quiet in the library should be the best way of conversation! I moved over to take a look: "Are you writing poetry?" "Yes." I replied.

  I clearly saw his friendly smile. I also gave him a smile.

  "Can I take a look?" He continued writing.

  "Okay, it's just terrible! I wrote in classical Chinese for the first time!" I handed her my notebook.

  "It's nothing, you're too modest, it's written very well!"

  "I think I'm only suitable for writing essays because I like writing essays."

  He smiled.

  "What are you doing? Drawing?" I saw a figure cartoon in front of him.

  "Let me see."

  "It's not finished yet! I'll show you when it's done."

  "Hehe, I'm leaving. Can't watch anymore!" I remembered that my roommate Dandan had asked me to go out and it's almost time now.

  "Alright, see you later!" He shrugged his shoulders, as if he had more to say, and then made a gesture of goodbye.

  I gazed out the window, and not far below the library were cherry blossoms. Those pink or white flowers seemed to be right in front of me, and the faint scent of flowers that seemed to exist and yet didn't seemed to have floated into this bright window, accompanying the students' time, making this quiet afternoon even more beautiful.