Me and you

Pick up the pen and remember you quietly in the night of the moon.

We are neighbors, your house opens a breakfast shop, and my family opens a night market store. Just like this one morning and one night's replacement. I will bring your family to help in the morning. At night, you will come to my house to help. At noon we will sleep in my big bed. Occasionally I will take you to the waters of Zhaojun to play. You said that you like to be wet by this river. I sniffed and hugged you and said that I like it too. I am like you and I are like this.

I accidentally turned over the oil pan of my house that day, and burned my feet. You rushed to see me. You brought a needle and a cup and attacked my foot. As a result, I cried you that day. For a long time, you repeatedly said "I'm sorry", a full heart.

One morning, you said that you want to see farther, so I took you to the grass, there is a big stone, I am very experienced, I took you up, you said that you really like me, make me funny I opened my eyes and smiled. Later, your mom shouted your name. I jumped with you and turned to look at you. There was blood dripping from the corner of my mouth. Later, I stitched a few needles to you. I watched you carefully sip the eight-treasure porridge. You cried and said that you are ugly. I smiled and said that you are ugly. We are so stupid.

We are in a class, I have a hot temper, and you are so quiet, you said that I am really stupid, I said that you are really smart. I have been squatting for 5 points and 6 points in one semester, looking up at you. The gap between me and you is really big.

To be in the first grade, this kind of life cannot continue. I want to leave this place that belongs to us. When I got on the bus, you came to send me, I remember you cried for a long time, you also sent me a fan, with your nose, Mickey Mouse. Then I left with a fan.

When I was in the second grade, I went back there. At night, my mother took me to Zhaojun Waters for a walk. I remembered you, holding my mother and crying. My mother called me for your phone and listened to your voice. I Cried again.

Later I left with my mother.

In the days when I left you, time rushed to me and my memory, because young ignorant, do not know how to cherish and collect, do not know how to cherish your days, do not know how to collect me and your memory. When I returned to that place last year, you have moved into the beauty of the future. I breathe the breath of Zhaojun water and lean against the stone, remembering me and your bit by bit.

Dear, do you remember me and your days, do you remember me?

Second day: Tan Chunlin