Child, are you still sleeping?
Child, are you still healthy, still happy, still happy?
Child, can you sing a tuneless song, walk from the street to the end of the street, and say hello to everyone you know?
Child, can you cry and make trouble, but can you be naughty?
My child, I walked up and down the yellowed photo album, and finally met you again, remembered you, and began to miss you again.
That year, those years, those days that have drifted for a long time in the years, those lingering emotions, let them take root here.
Do you remember the child that she can’t forget, clamoring for you to find and give it to her?
The first time you took a photo on a trip, the background was a huge semicircular ball. You stood there helplessly. The background was so big, but you were so small. You were holding the corners of your clothes with your little hands and smiling uneasily. Remember?
You were held in your grandma’s arms, imitating adults, using a small umbrella to hold up the sky above your head. Do you remember, you said you wanted to study hard, you wanted grandma to live well, you bought a big house, you wanted to learn to drive, you wanted to take grandma to travel around the world, you wanted grandma to wait for you, do you remember?
You go to the beach and fall into the sea water. It is salty and astringent that goes deep into your bones. You always talk about it. You were standing on the beach wearing your father's huge red T-shirt, and the sea breeze wrinkled your young brows. You were counting the waves in Grandpa's arms, your feet were scratched by the rocks on the seashore, and you never dared to come close.
You use swimming goggles as sunglasses to look cool in photos, you use fly swatters as magic wands, cards as Clow cards, and you play games that make adults laugh with relish. You hugged the tree trunk like a koala, pouting dissatisfied. You and your former childhood sweetheart fought over the swing together. You were extremely protective of your grandmother and had a bad temper at a young age. Do you remember?
In order to find a toy, you stamped your feet angrily and hit the doorknob hard, causing blood to flow all over your head. Then you spent the entire summer vacation happily staring at the gauze on your head.
You danced for the first time in kindergarten, wearing a bright red skirt. Later, I don’t even remember how you learned it. Do you remember that?
You and your classmates celebrate Children’s Day together. Everyone wears rabbits, butterflies and all kinds of weird headdresses on their heads. You are one of the few children in the group who is looking at the camera. You are squatting in the corner of the photo with a small smile. Do you remember?
You will dream of a princess, and hope to wear a white gauze skirt, like the ending of a fairy tale, and live happily with the prince, do you remember?
The first time you learned English, you were full of anxiety, but others laughed happily. The first time you were scolded by the teacher, do you still remember?
You can laugh, cry, and make trouble, but you rarely act coquettishly. You rarely hold on to something you love when you encounter it. You are shy and face-saving, and once you get to know each other well, people will go crazy and you won't be able to stop them. You are a girl, but you like guns, guns, and swords. When you were a child, you accompanied your father to watch war movies. The first movie you watched was "The Family" and the second one was "Band of Brothers." My child, what do you want me to say about you?
At that time, you were happy, innocent, comfortable, and inexperienced in the world.
You grew up later.
My mother often watched TV. There is a program about children in the TV show, asking: How come you grow up so quickly? How wonderful it would be not to grow up!
Yes, you have grown up.
When did you first realize that you were a girl and that you were part of a certain animation? Or are you looking at your childhood sweetheart who is growing up and will no longer get into trouble with you?
When did you start to curb your ignorance of the world? Was it when you looked at someone’s contemptuous eyes? Or when you pissed off someone and got kicked in the stomach?
When did you start to miss me? Was it when you transferred to another school and moved away from home? Or when your parents go out to study and you and your grandma are left alone at home?
When did you learn to be uneasy when you were facing a classroom full of strangers? Or are you listening to the teacher talking about your grades over and over again, but you are still floating around?
You grow up like everyone else,
Gradually
Without a trace
You start to learn to be melancholy, start to be brave, and start to feel confused. , began to feel uneasy, began to lie, began to be scolded, began to rebel, began not to say that he missed me, and began to be lonely.
Later, you will hide in your room and cry, you will curse, you will complain about the injustice of the world, you will hate the heavy academic work, you will think of death, and you will long to fly, whether it is your heart or your body, You will laugh, cry, make trouble, regret, and you will always say: From bad to bad, things will only get better in the end.
How are you now?
You are now sitting in front of the window with your hair disheveled and writing in your diary. You are decadent. You have eaten one meal and forgotten the next during the holiday. You have insomnia. You sit in front of the computer until early in the morning. You laugh with your classmates, and your heart But it is a great sadness.
You can’t find a cake like the one your sister gave you.
You no longer like taking pictures and avoid the camera.
Your future is very slim. You don’t know if you can bear the weight of your grandma’s house, and your grandma has returned to her hometown to recuperate.
You haven’t been to the beach for a long time and you start to miss it.
You cherish the memory and feel deeply sad in front of the photo album, which hurts your heart and lungs.
You are cautious and timid, afraid of losing others.
You don’t want to wear a skirt anymore and look at your companions with silent envy.
You participate in the recitation and feel deeply inferior when listening to the beautiful voice.
You do a big book of English exercises, hide behind your classmates, and avoid the teacher’s questions.
You hate acting like a baby, but you know how to use it.
You hate crying, but you discovered the tear mole on your left eye.
You will laugh and cry, cry and laugh, even though it is ugly.
You will look at others and feel at a loss.
You will go to the street alone, stop and go, and listen to the sound of music flowing.
I ask you, do you miss the past?
But you asked me which past I was from?
You reach out and hug me, or I reach out and hug you.
The wind of years roars by.
Your touch disappeared. Looking up, you returned to the photo.
I vaguely heard your words: To my future self
Who is that, it’s me, that’s you.
Only then did I realize that you are me, and I am myself.
Dear, I received the youth and memories you packaged and sent to me.
My dear, are you okay sleeping in my past?
My dear, I know you are looking forward to me. But I miss you too.
Dear, I can only tell you that you still have a long way to go in the future, and you have to use your little hands to push away the dense thorns.
Dear, are you still asleep? In mother's or grandma's arms?
Dear, I wish you have a sweet dream. In the dream, there is a father, a mother, a prince, a princess, and companions, and everyone is happy together.
Dear, I wish you good health, may you be happy, may you have a strong will and confidence to carry you through the wind and rain.
My dear, don’t cry when you fall, but keep walking even if it hurts.
Because
Dear child, I am waiting for you in your future.