Since when has the musical doll that I grew up with stopped ringing? When, those toys that I loved as a child were lost one by one; When, that beloved brush no longer works; When, I no longer miss the warm memories; When, I began to pay attention to friendship and no longer longed for my little corner. Touch the kitten hanging on the bedside and press its belly, but it is not singing happily for me. I was a little surprised and incredibly pressed it hard, but it was indifferent. It turned out that it had already announced its retirement from my childhood, but I stupidly missed its retirement ceremony and stubbornly thought that it just wanted to sleep. Looking at Barbie, who was smiling at the bedside as usual, the interest in dressing her up had long since disappeared. I just watched quietly and said nothing. The color crayons in the pen container are packed there, and they are not repainted. Scattered books on the desk, messy stationery, and me with messy memories. Time has taken away so much without leaving a trace, and I have gradually forgotten so much in my busy life, and the memories piled up in that forgotten corner have accumulated more and more. It's too late to be sad, and too busy to remember. It seems that as long as you throw something in, you will never get back the memory and the once vivid feeling.
I suddenly feel a little sad, as if something is being pulled away from my memory. I want to catch something, but I can't do anything. I can only stand in the same place and feel depressed alone.
what can we hold, and what is left in the end? Life seems to be a one-way trip. Once you set foot on it, you can't go back. Apart from memories, we can only try to move forward.
Although the kitten no longer sings, it is still intact, but it lacks a beating heart, which also brings it more peace and comfort. Barbie is always happy, and her smile is the same as before; The beauty of colored crayons will not fade with time; And my memory, just because it existed and was beautiful, has no regrets. Will you really forget? Or there will be a forgotten corner to collect sadness and wash away the lead for me, otherwise how can I always be happy?
I won't choose sadness again. I know there will always be a corner waiting for me to grow up quietly. I can't choose to remember forever, I want to keep my happiness in the present.