A letter to the younger classmates

A letter to the younger classmates

To Xiaokai:

A few days ago was the graduation of my second year of school. On that day, the sun was not good. The sky was as white as paper. The high-rise buildings in this city, the reinforced concrete is as distinct as the seal printed on paper.

Then suddenly I thought that I was born in the third grade so soon.

In three years, we have been separated for three years, and we have been quiet for three years and have struggled for three years.

I gradually got to know you, probably in the third grade of the National Year. At that time, my seat was two of your seats. It was very close, so we often chat together, get water, go to the toilet. Also stay with each other.

Seriously, I always couldn’t understand why people had to go to the bathroom, so I went to ask you, you said that there are ghost stories in the school, rumors that the bathroom died, one person went unsafe, two It will be safer for people to go. I nod and believe that I have been so convinced until I graduated from the National Year.

I am a jumper. I am one year younger than my peers. I am naturally smaller than everyone else. So, of course, I have become the target of bullying. The boys teased my girls and laughed at me. These are common. Things, but you don't, only one person in the whole grade is willing to protect me behind me, comfort me to wipe my tears, so I rely on you and appreciate you.

I ask you why you are being bullied. I always say where you are, but they are too bad in their conduct, and have nothing to do with yourself.

I like to go with you after school, and then at the corner, you go left, I go to the right, regardless of the cold and hot summer, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. I and you smelled the flowers of the irises in the spring, walked through the shade of the towering trees in the summer, picked up the autumn leaves and the red leaves, and held the snow of the harsh white snow. All this happened on the way out of school. Warm and colorful.

Occasionally, I go back to your home. You have a lively and lovely little brother in your family. You like to watch TV and like to play cards. We will play with him. Once, the teacher asked the students to study a topic in two groups. I went to your home. Stay with you until very late. I am sitting next to you, feeling your body temperature, thinking that it is the most ordinary and comfortable thing in the world.

Later, you told me that you have to transfer, I was surprised, but did not say anything, because you also said that you and your family are going to settle in the field, where the living conditions, the secondary school, the economic situation is better than It's much better now.

Since leaving me can give you a better life, then I will not retain, only bless, and miss.

Later, you really turned away. On the day of the separation, you waved and said goodbye to goodbye, then gradually disappeared at the end of the road. I didn’t chase, and I shouted goodbye. You turned back and said fool, where is the farewell, I will definitely see each other again in the future.

I will definitely meet again later, um, you said it.

You left in the fifth grade of our country, and later, my country graduated a little, and I broke off contact with you.

Nowadays, when I went to the toilet alone, I suddenly realized that I was looking for someone to accompany the toilet and had nothing to do with the ghost story. I just simply feared loneliness. When I grew up and became sensible, I suddenly realized that those classmates bullied me not because they had bad morals. They could only blame me for being too naive and making people laugh. I checked the information on the Internet to understand that the place you went to was actually very remote and there was no development value.

But you just told me those, I just believed, because I am too naive or because you are too helpless?

This alone, I never understand.

There is no sixth grade in the place you are in, so you go straight to the first day after you turn away, and I still finish my sixth grade here. Hey, you see, the gap between you and me is not only the age, but also the boundaries of an academic qualification.

Now I am going to the third grade, and you have to be a high school. Well, bless you in advance, the high school career is expected to be very difficult.

Please be sure to have a good time, don't care about me, we have forgotten to leave the contact information of each other, but how much chance do you have to see this letter?

Don't care about me, but don't forget me, this is enough for me.

Yours, Xiaojiu

The second day: ash is mourning