Into the depths of memory

I opened the memory valve and kept it pure for a decade or a clear or clear or ambiguous or fuzzy memory like a creek. I walked up the river.

Meet and be friends; encounters in the early summer afternoon

In the summer of that year, the sun was lying warmly in the sky, the angels were floating with carefree white clouds, the sun was not so glaring, but it was shining on us at the same speed.

I sat on the lawn, limitedly playing with the flowers on the ground, you came to me, because I didn't know each other, I didn't care. You came to me, stopped, squatted at me, whispered, "No. Will you hurt these flowers again? They are also alive. It is not like warning, but advice. I stopped my hand and looked at the messy grass that I had made all the flowers and flowers. I couldn’t help but sneak my head, my face began to red, and you patted me on the shoulder, as if I praised me. "Children" I looked up at you, and you are like a big sister, smiled at me and nodded.

That time, you taught me to love the grass.

Knowing, hooking; vows under the autumn leaves

"Looking, hanging for a hundred years, no change, who is a puppy" We are always so naive, naively make promises, naively think that we can be together, have been friends all the time.

You have been with me for 3 years. In the past 3 years, we have not had anything earth-shattering. You are always like a big sister, always so tolerant of me, and I always rely on you.

Once upon a time, we ate the smoky ice cream in the cold winter and attracted the stranger’s gaze and laughed at ourselves. Once upon a time, we walked hand in hand in the snowy world of winter than the footprints of the people; So quietly bathe in the sun, gently telling your own sadness.

At that time, you gave me a precious friendship.

Parting, graduation, separation behind the smile

On that day, we graduated. We received the high school admission notice we were eager to receive. We embraced each other and laughed happily. This kind of laughter is more happy than before.

The rain of the day was so big that it blurped the glass and it was pattering. It seemed to blur my eyes. When I was a gentleman, I saw the tears in your eyes. You still went to the car. You bring the car to the distance, I know, no matter how hard I try, I can't change the fact that you left. Because you don't belong here, you have to go back to your place, and there is no mine. Just like, we are two world people, we can never come together, including our vows, Your departure has vanished.

That time, you let me know, it will never last long.

In the memory of the valve, we know each other and know each other, although the ending is different, but after all, we have owned, in the river of memory, there are you, there are me.

Don't care for a long time, I care about having it.

--postscript

The second day of the 19th in Qinghekou, Fancheng District, Xiangfan, Hubei: Li Mengyuan