Saturday memories

Today, Saturday is a normal Saturday. Today, I don't have the heavy classwork to go to the remedial class. Turn off the alarm clock and sleep in bed. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in the half-sleep and half-awake, the glare of the noon and the warmth of the sun transmitted my eyelids and woke up the eyes that I was still sleeping. It was noon, I sat up, rubbing my eyes and looking at the sun, or the sunshine I was familiar with reminded me of that year. The glare of the sun records my memories of my childhood. No matter where I go, this memory is sent back with me, and by my side, it is difficult to disperse. Three years ago, I was living in a small house of less than 60 square meters. Whenever the morning sun shone into my window, it was always the loud noise outside. My little house is near downtown. Although it is a community, the area except one building is only a few tens of square meters. Everyday people come and go are simple and enthusiastic people. It takes a long time to get along with each other. It can be said that they grew up watching me. I am kindly calling them uncles and uncles. In everyday life, ordinary ordinary but full of life's sentiment, every day at that time is full of happiness, after going out of school every day to finish homework, go to the door to buy the pickles of the goddess to sit for a while, to the convenience next to The shop helps, then go to the opposite mutton shop to chat with the boss's son, or sit with the partners on the street at night and watch the different faces coming and going. In ordinary life, there are different tastes every day, which is totally different from my current life. I grew up, no longer attracted to the game, because I moved to a new environment and no other friends I know. Every day, I repeat the round trips between the school, the remedial classes, and the home. Although the life in the school is not too stuffy, it is also a bit boring. The house is big, my heart is empty, I grew up, and my fun is less. Pat the forehead, wake up from the memories, get up and get out of bed.

The second day: God called the light