One day, I will stand on the crack of time, miss my luxurious and bright childhood, and burst into tears.
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To: I am five years old.
I am five years old.
Now, are you shivering in kindergarten, looking at the cloudy sky, and listening to the teacher say that if you lie on the table incorrectly, you will be taken away by ghosts, and your breathing will become soft, thinking that this should be more terrible than being numb and colliding with another person, but being rolled on the ground by tightly wrapped handwriting. Shake your elephant's head quickly but slightly, and then move on.
I think what a simple child you are! You have to wait for your father to pick you up. You always wait until the sun goes down and let the afterglow reflect your petite figure. Occasionally, I will stretch out two small hands to look out, but I will always be disappointed. You once escaped from the school gate, violated the school rules, and were caught by the teacher who came. When they went home together, they found that their father had come back but forgot to pick up their experiences, which made them feel a little sad.
Your life is colorful or happy. You played chicken with your classmates, but you fell down and smiled with a big bag on your head. You will recite the children's songs taught by the teacher to your mother to win her affirmation of yourself. You will lie in your little bed, look at the stars all over the sky, think that tomorrow will be very sweet, turn over and go to sleep with a smile.
I envy your life, so relaxed and carefree. I would also like to be a child who looks up at the sky like you, happily looking at the blue sky, white clouds and bright stars in the dark night sky, and then happily living a pure life without any impurities.
From: thirteen-year-old me
To: I am nine years old.
I think maybe you are happy to have your best friend at this time. I also want to tell you that after four years, my good friend is still him and has never changed.
At this time, you have shed the coat of a once simple and quiet good boy and become cheerful and lively. You will laugh and cry with your friends, and then feel the world quietly, so colorful and changeable.
Sometimes you play tricks on your deskmate and your best friend. You will laugh at him for wearing a down jacket and wrapping it like a steamed stuffed bun. You will suddenly pretend to cry when you quarrel with him. Look at his helpless and anxious expression. In the afternoon, you will accompany him to think about his thoughts quietly, but often he can't stand the loneliness. His train of thought was interrupted and he kept laughing. You will also look at his serious appearance in class, look at his smooth skin, and can't help but reach out and pinch his face, but you are forced back by the teacher's eyes. Time flies, I want to tell you again that he has changed, become complicated and unpredictable, and become so big that I can never see the shadow of my childhood from him again.
I hope you can cherish your purest friendship at this time, and don't feel sorry for the story that happened to you like me.
From: thirteen-year-old me
To: I am twelve years old.
Now, like many people, you are obsessed with all kinds of stars and put their photos and posters everywhere.
You won't study hard every day like other students. I hope you will get excellent grades in graduation and the entrance examination of Baoyi No.1 Middle School. You will still give up those difficult problems and go out to play until nine o'clock to get home. Parents' nagging is inevitable, but it always goes in one ear and out the other, and they still go their own way and keep their good behavior style.
In fact, you have been worried about your grades, because your grades are always lower than others, because you fell to the 37th place in the only ranking in the school, and then silently put your grades in the drawer with a sigh, because you saw the excited and ostentatious face of the classmate with excellent grades, and you turned around in frustration and left.
Daily life is still going on step by step, and the class teacher always takes pains to divide all the students into grades according to their grades. You will always get used to all this indifferently, just like getting used to it. Every day, teachers in all subjects will send out four or five papers as homework.
Maybe you are eager not to grow up, but this gorgeous robe full of lice in life has made you experience many unbearable realities. You are still growing, and you never stop growing.
From: thirteen-year-old me
To: I'm twelve and a half years old.
When you just graduated and stood at the gate of the primary school again, when you looked at the smiling faces of the primary school students who filed out, when you held hands with your friends and ran away in a hurry when tears were about to fall, you knew that the school that once contained all your memories in six years would never be found again.
When you stand timidly at the window to buy food, but when you pass by your classmates who used to get along with each other day and night, you know those tears and laughter will never look back.
You always live religiously and believe that you can find happiness one day, but happiness is like a light on the horizon, which warms your eyes and makes you run forward, but it will never arrive.
You always expect to return to that carefree life, just as you expect the sky to turn completely blue. So, when you happen to see graduation photo, who is brimming with classmates' smiling faces, attending a class reunion, you actually smiled like the child standing in the sun with your deskmate, and you felt extremely warm and happy inside.
You still play the role of a good student in the new school, writing quietly, reading quietly, walking quietly through the campus and watching everything, smiling quietly. And you gradually learned to disguise yourself, looking at old friends who are no longer naive and simple, just shaking your head habitually. Because you know, when you are happiest, there is a biting pain in your heart that is difficult to heal.
May you be free. ...
From: thirteen-year-old me
To: those memories
We will forget some things eventually. The door of memory will not stay forever at the moment of birth, nor will it let us remember all the pain. The vows once made, the tears once shed, and the pain once endured will all become looming fish in the long river of time, and eventually leave, disappear, wither and die.
Those memories are actually beautiful. When I learn to lose the friendship in my memory for the first time, when I bravely face the world in my memory for the first time, when the forgotten people in my memory are still clearly presented, I can hide in it and cherish my little happiness as a wish and decorate it with hope.
A flock of birds flew in the sky. Whose memory did they take?
From: thirteen-year-old me
Postscript:
Childhood shrank into a grain of sand, trapped in my eyes, forcing me to cry all the time. It's right in front of you but you can't see it. Obviously, as time goes by, the pain is very clear, just like cutting the skin.
These are all written for my past, my past and my childhood.
When God smiled vaguely at his head, I was trying to learn not to recall and not to regret, just like the kind of regret after dropping a teacup, but I couldn't, I couldn't.
I suddenly feel like a gorgeous puppet, performing all the joys and sorrows, but there are always countless shining silver threads on my back, even if I raise my hand and cast my foot.
Now I've changed. I admit that I can't be a real good boy. It's just a past that I can't give up. Give me a compliment.
Thank you. My memories are not memories.
Late summer and early autumn
Those memories that we have been obsessed with are forgotten by us in the process of our obsession.
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one
If one day, will you leave me?
When I asked this question, there was a slight coolness in the air, the sun became like a warm little girl, and the summer heat had dissipated. At this time, she and I stood under the camphor tree in the stadium, and the autumn wind blew her beautiful long hair, elegant and demure.
She was silent for a long time and replied, "No."
So when we entered the junior high school gate, we made a vow to be together forever.
Mo, you know what? In that bleak autumn, when you said you wouldn't leave me, when you said you came to this school because of me, do you know how happy I am? I cried, but I tell you, it was the wind and sand that fascinated my eyes.
sakura
two
It turns out that you are still so quiet, but why do I feel sad when I see you walking alone on campus?
Mo, you know what? When I was walking with my classmates that day, I saw you walking down the stairs blankly. The moment I passed you by, I suddenly felt the loneliness that you had suppressed for more than ten years. Then, I smiled and let the tears keep dripping down my cheeks to the floor, glittering and translucent and beautiful.
sakura
three
But why do you still want to leave? Didn't you say you wanted to be with me?
The sky is drizzling, as if knowing that there will be a silent parting today. The desert has gone silently, leaving me with a sentence that I can't refuse. She said, "KINOMOTO SAKURA, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I can only choose to leave." I stubbornly stopped the surging tears in my eyes. Because I know that at this time, she is also the same deadpan.
Desert, time can change everything. I still remember clearly that a year ago you whispered in my ear that you only came to this school because of me, and I heard you promise not to abandon me. But you finally left, taking away my happiness and sadness, laughter and tears, happiness and sadness, and everything I remember.
sakura
four
I can't say please don't leave me when you leave, because I know that you will give up leaving that day and forget to find your own happiness.
I will still live here with my classmates and let my sweat and my smile be recorded here. At the same time, I also wrote down my thoughts on the desert.
Mo, how are you? Are you thinking about me at the moment? I saw a man with a similar back to you at school that day. I didn't think much, so I went up and slapped him hard. I also said that you didn't tell me when you came, but you are still my good friend for many years! But when the man rubbed his sore back and turned to stare at me with his eyes, I was completely shocked. When I could recognize you just by the way you walked, I got lost and stood there crying. Mo, will you blame me and tell me with a sad smile that you have forgotten me?
sakura
five
We will meet again in the near future.
Mo, my best friend, I will wait for you forever.
New year's thoughts
The new year is coming.
This is the first Spring Festival I didn't spend with them.
Really,
I miss it very much.
When I was a child, I had a group of friends around me for family reasons. Mao Mao, MengMeng, sugarcane, Rebecca, satellite. What puzzles me in particular is why there are so many boys upstairs. I can't help it Mao Mao and I are the only girl among six children. She is three years younger than me. (Silently ing) So the direct result is that I grew up with a group of boys.
One spring, everyone played the slide together. Sugarcane is very fat and moves slowly. I hurried to wait behind him. When sugarcane was just sitting on the slide, I knocked him down with one foot. The sugarcane head fell first. He had a bad fall and immediately his head began to bleed. I was so scared that I ran away. I walked aimlessly in the city, tired and hungry, and finally went home. I heard that the sugarcane had seven stitches. Every time I see the shallow gravure on the head of sugarcane, I feel guilty and bury my head very low.
One summer, it was very hot, and we went to the seaside to play together. At that time, the water was still clear and bright, and it was a great pleasure for us to stand in the water and fight for water and catch small fish. Walking barefoot on the soft beach and lying on the cold stone is very comfortable. Suddenly, Mao Mao let out a cry and a crab caught her foot! But an hour later, we were eating black crab legs. That crab is delicious. ...
One autumn, we all bought pulleys, so every afternoon after school, passers-by could see six children walking in the street wearing pulleys. On their faces, there are satisfied and happy smiles. Even if you are sweating, you are happy. At that time, we often used a cement path on the edge of urban and rural areas. That road has seven or eight bends from top to bottom, with a particularly steep slope. If you are not careful, you will plant a cliff more than 4 meters high. My legs get numb every time I slide down, but we still enjoy it, hehe.
One winter, it snowed heavily, and someone splashed water on the playground, forming a winding ice track of more than ten meters. We wore thick clothes and rushed to the playground to skate. After all, the ice is slippery. Whenever we fall, we just lie comfortably on the ice. There were many stars that night. It's beautiful and romantic, but it's a pity that we just thought it was fun and didn't appreciate it.
The end result is that everyone's clothes are soaked. So we had to go home depressed.
You will miss seeing you again.
Burying pain and laughter in our hearts, what will never change is our friendship.
see you again ...
Goodbye! ! ! !