Some memories, dare not recall. I dare not recall the flowery smile, the warm picture, and the days when I had you. I am afraid that the pain in my heart will be scattered everywhere.
Some memories, dare not forget. I dare not forget the colorful balloons and soft marshmallows sold at the school gate, the overbearing basketball on the physical education class, and the shadow of the sunset jumping upstairs, for fear of forgetting, the beauty scattered in the end has disappeared.
In fact, everyone has had such emotional experience and thinking in their own growth process. How do you spend those days related to youth and growth?
Request (1) self-determination, self-drafting. (2) Except for poetry, the style is not limited. (3) Not less than words. (4) Do not copy. encounter
Some memories can't bear to touch; Some old friends don't want to mention it; Some past events can't be forgotten ... year after year, the four seasons cycle. If you miss the spring breeze, summer rain and autumn leaves, you will meet the snow.
That year, my six-year-old brother was eleven. One night, my brother and I both fell asleep. The moon is bright and the sky is bright outside the window. Everything in nature sleeps quietly under the silhouette of moonlight. It is quiet and beautiful here, and there is no sign of a shower coming. But nature is often beyond anyone's imagination. Roaring thunder is like dusk in the evening sky, which makes people feel desperate and depressed. So I wrapped myself in a quilt and cried. Then my brother suddenly sat up and watched a flash of lightning pass by, followed by another flash of lightning. Suddenly he lost his expression and sat there with a dull face. Outside the window, it seems that the wind and rain have not slowed down at all, and the trees are still getting more and more inclined. The wind is blowing outside the window, and the pain that the biting chill bursts into the body is real. My brother took me there as if he understood something, and put me at the angle between the cabinet and the wall, as if he thought that lightning would take away people who didn't hide in time. And himself, standing in front of me with his legs crossed, stretched out his arms without hesitation. Such a picture is permanently fixed, inlaid with a transparent glass photo frame and hung on the wall of the heart, always bright. I named it "arms, wings" for others to appreciate and remember. A boy, so young, wearing pajamas one size bigger than himself, did not hesitate to open his arms in front of him on a thunderous night. Behind him is a younger girl, with two lines of tears on her face but her head held high, staring at the boy in front of her, motionless. In the eyes of many people, it is natural for an elder brother to protect his younger sister. But I always stubbornly believe that I will try my best to protect my brother with my life, at all costs. Without hesitation.
Now I often bury my feelings in my heart. I think that should be growth. Brother, I will try. Carrying my dream and your dream, it will do so even if it becomes heavier.
I like snow.
I woke up one month when I heard that winter was gone.