Your back makes me remember you

Remember the days we were together? There is no cover, no hypocrisy, and some are pure. Still remember that we are on the way to school, do you remember that we used to walk shoulder to shoulder in the sunset and walk in the evening? You have been away for almost two years, and I can't think of the days when we separated. That year, we were all children of the fifth grade of the National Primary School, a teenager who was ignorant. Every morning, at the bus stop, we went to the school together and stepped into the wooden door of the school.

In the days of school, I live so fast and full of joy. How beautiful. The evening sun sets. We always keep on fighting until we are separated at that crossroad, you turn to the left, I turn to the right, maybe you still don't know until now. Every time you turn around, I will always look back at the figure you are away. A plain dress, a lavender backpack. The sunset will stretch your shadow. Back is always simple, simple is a kind of scenery.

I don't remember, we made up the class together. It was a weekend. It was very happy. When I was young, I thought that the weekend was a carnival day, so I was very happy with you. The summer of the class is always so beautiful. It is the moment when the sun shines first. The breeze passes, there is no slightest coolness. Similarly, it is the crossroads. It is also the same as the past. I looked at the figure you left, and it was refreshing. Short hair, you lived and jumped at that time, the path, only you alone, walked, but walked so cheerful, back, always young, a clear when young.

I don't remember that you were being bullied, crying like a young child, looking for me, making me feel helpless, I saw you poor, looking for her in desperation, who knows, she also cried, so I still Go back and comfort you. After school that day, we walked like we used to, but you didn’t talk, but I, have been comforting you, this is the intersection, I look at you, you are head down, your feet are small, your hair is drooping, the breeze is blowing you. Skirts, backs are always subtle, subtle is a charm.

Until the day we graduated, the last time we came out of the campus, it was very late, there was a broken moon in the sky, only a few stars flashed with faint light, the night sky, some deep, but so confusing, let People are unpredictable, and no one speaks on our way. Just, they all bowed their heads, the same short hair, drooping together, and the pace has long been tacit. You suddenly look up. Under the moonlight, I can see tears in your eyes. When I want to speak, you hold my mouth and say, "I am going away." I took your hand, tears. Falling on the back of your hand, as if the sky has lost its color. You said: "A fool, I will come back to see you." In my heart, there has already been a tearful tear. I didn't say anything, just nodded, we still walked forward, tears fell down with disappointment, and it was the crossroads. We stopped and clung together, bursting into tears, I heard you sobbing. The voice, you choked and said to me: "Do not cry, be strong, the road is still long, you must learn to walk alone." I nodded, wiped my tears, smiled at you, "not early, go back." You just looked at me, turned and left, this time, the night was quiet, no one, wind, biting, streetlights, illuminating the way home. The back is always solitary, solitary, and more memorable.

I don't know if you look back at me, but every time I look at the back of your departure, I feel at ease, your back, once again in my mind. The memory is still fresh...

Your back is imprinted in my heart.

Third day: Baby** Hao