I haven't forgotten his name, but I don't know his name.
Six months ago, we met in the square. We are passers-by
That song. Your "you are" is so gentle, but "it's a pity that it's not you" makes people cry.
You exist in my mind, in my dreams and in my songs. This is a simple lyric, but when I hear it, I like to giggle alone. For him, there is no love, a little worship, worship, like his singing. After that, I wandered around the square for a long time because I really wanted to hear him sing again, but will we meet again? I don't know. Sometimes I feel that his outline has lost its impression in my memory, even if I see it, I don't necessarily know it. There is "Your Existence" on the mobile phone again, and the lyrics are very similar to ours (maybe I am too narcissistic). He likes music, which is his ideal. He should work hard and stick to his pursuit. Maybe one day I will relive my memories and then hear the long-lost voice on TV.
Then I should also stick to my pursuit.
Thank him for leaving me some memories. He is a passer-by A stranger who writes memories with songs. That year, that person, that thing.
I spent most of my childhood in my hometown. For every child, a home with a yard is the best.
The gardens, vegetable gardens and small streets in my hometown are my paradise. I can run and play freely in the yard, so I like this "land of geomantic omen" that belongs to me.
My hometown is in an alley on Quzi North Street. Outside the gate is a wide street, usually planted with flowers and vegetables, and the other half is the road! Sometimes people who sell cakes or collect garbage come over and sell them at the door of every household.
I like to eat that uncle's candy cake and have bought it many times. Sometimes when my family is away, I will look around. The uncle was all smiles when he saw someone coming. After reading it for a long time, I found that I had no money at all. I immediately pulled a face and said, "I have no money to stand by!" " "
He is so funny that he seems to eat people. When he walked a long way, I smiled.
There are two apricot trees in my hometown, which seldom bear fruit. I like to eat apricots, and I expect them to bear fruit every year, but they are always against my boss.
I went to ask grandpa why it didn't bear fruit. Grandpa teased me and said, "You are so greedy, how dare you get married!" "
I "hey hey" twice, shook my head and left.
There are still some people who like to drop in at home. Although I don't know him, I always come to other people's homes.
Once, a foreigner came to our house and walked straight to the side of the house without saying hello. I don't know where to use the dialect, saying, "I take a bottle of water, take a sip (drink) on the river, cure all diseases, and take two sips (drink) on the river, and live a long life!"
Everyone shook their heads and waved and said no. The man bowed politely and left. And I looked through the door, and it turned out that he was so angry that he threw away the bottle and left.
Childhood is a record of the most beautiful and unforgettable life in my life. At that time, I was naive. I regard the sun as the moon and the white clouds as marshmallows. Happiness has blossomed and withered, and I am one year older.
Yesterday, my old classmate Li Lai copied my ID card in my shop. When we were young, we talked about selling ice cream by bike, but we all laughed it off.
It was during the summer vacation in the third grade of primary school. Li and I rode ten miles to the ice cream factory in town to buy popsicles, and then went back to the village to sell them. Our village was divided into four groups. After one group was sold for a day, five groups of absurd things happened. As usual, we call ice cream popsicles at 20 cents each, and eggs can be exchanged for ice cream. While we were shouting, a fool came naked, and all the children around him ran away, and we didn't care.
I asked Li what to do, and Li shook his head. I asked Li to throw a popsicle. He said, why don't you throw it? Later, I decided to give up. A person throws one, and after throwing it, he may not chase it. At the same time, we take out the popsicles and throw them underground. The fool squatted on the ground, picked it up with his hands and put it back. We were caught off guard. That guy won't buy our account at all. We panicked at that time. We didn't know what to do, so we had to run like crazy in a through train. At this time, I found a sunflower field, but I didn't expect even people and cars in the sunflower field to shrink into a ball. Li followed him in. We stayed in the sunflower field for a long time and felt that there was nothing going on around us. We look at the timid probe and see that there is no fool's shadow before we dare to come out. The cart took a bold breath, checked the goods in the ice cream box, found that the eggs were broken and the ice cream was almost melted, and quickly went to other villages.
I didn't know what was going on at that time. I'm afraid of fools, lunatics and dumb people. Seeing these people, I dare not even go out. At that time, I was reluctant to eat an ice cream even if it turned into water. I bought an ice cream, and others didn't know to take out an ice cream to express their gratitude. Think about feeling stupid.
I still remember that autumn. I found the yellow leaf in the basket this morning and put it in a book, remembering everything in that autumn, but now I think that book has long since disappeared. Maybe people always like promises, but they never keep them. When that memory, like that yellowed autumn leaf, becomes blurred, some people, some things, and that relationship become deeper and deeper.
Remember the grandmother who sold wonton in the north of the school gate. And our bad eating habits.
I still remember going to bed in the morning and driving my bike to school at the speed of a sports car.
I still remember jathyapple's hesitation when he walked alone on the playground when he felt hopeless.
Remember the man who listened to his grief and sigh at the noodle restaurant on the street after the exam.
I still remember that on the way back to school to rent a house together after self-study in the evening, the faint moonlight shed and I felt what our tomorrow would be like.
I still remember that year we all told ourselves firmly that we would never give up, even if the future was so slim.
I still remember that night, my bike had a flat tire, and I walked for a long time before returning to my dormitory. Brilliant neon, staggered car shadows, rustling autumn wind, falling autumn leaves. Facing the seemingly doomed ending, all I can leave is a blank sigh and a lost figure, telling myself deeply that all the prosperity of this city does not belong to you, and only that effort and persistence are the most real.
That day came a long-lost compliment, and all I could see was the ruins. Everything in the past is buried. A year later, it will be a bustling downtown. Do you still remember the extraordinary years when our youth was buried here?
That year flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have grown from a child who loves to cry and is not sensible to a boy who knows how to hide tears in his heart and has ideals. In the process of growing up, is it just the passage of time? Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most fleeting memory is a happy childhood memory. Think of the happy time before, just like the scene in front of me, filled with emotion.
Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo, which is a very precious old photo for me. I stood in front of the classroom hand in hand with my children's teacher, smiling. This photo records the last moment of my life in kindergarten.
I remember it was when I graduated from my kindergarten teacher class because I had to leave the kindergarten where I had lived for three years. When I was a child, I cried at the thought of leaving my friends, and I was even unhappy in class. Teachers also know that this will be the last class. In order to enliven the classroom atmosphere, they specially bought balloons and many toys to amuse us. Not only that, Mr. Wang, who has been ill, also came back to us to sing and play games with us. ...
Young and ignorant, I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.
The teacher is urging us to study hard, grow up healthily and live happily. ...
With the photographer's "One Two Three", the teacher, the children and I stood hand in hand in front of the classroom, leaving this precious photo and this eternal beautiful moment.
From the teacher's eyes, I seem to see the warm current of love, the long ribbon of love, and the rock-solid hope. It is true that the years pass like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried in childhood still exist, and that affectionate eye god will always be my driving force. This photo bearing hope not only records my childhood memories, but also records the teacher's warmth and affection. ...