a letter to childhood

Dear friend, how are you now? I don't know where you are today, and I don't know if you can receive this letter. But I want to write it down, let the wind bring you, let the sun tell you, the person I care about most is you. Do you remember? In the spring, we walked in the morning dew, picking bright flowers, playing with the wicker in our hands, listening to the grandmother's jealousy. How gentle the wind was at that time, how sweet the sun was at that time. The flowers on your head are always so bright, and Liu Dong in your hands is always green and fresh. Now, whenever I see the flowers in my child's hands, I always remember that happy time. Are you now taking the flowers and counting the past?

Do you remember? In the summer, under the big banyan tree in the courtyard, we sat in the rocking chair, ate delicious watermelon, listened to the story told by the grandmother, sang the songs of childhood, and shook the big fan. Throughout the summer, the air is filled with the warmth of an intoxicating home. At that time, it seemed that the sun was infected by us, no longer dazzling; it seems that the wind was touched by us, no longer mad. Now, whenever I taste watermelon, whenever I hear songs, whenever I shake the fan, I will always remember that warm day. Are you still standing in the wind and meditation?

Do you remember? In the autumn, we counted the fallen leaves, watching the autumn chrysanthemum bloom in the wind, chewing the mature fruit, and learning to make a fallen leaf bookmark with the grandmother. At that time, my storybook was always full of bookmarks we made ourselves. They exude the scent of fallen leaves, just like the taste of your body, the taste of nature - fresh, sweet, and bitter. Now, as soon as I smell this, I will remember you as a child. Now, are you still keeping those bookmarks, will you remember the one who likes your taste?

Do you remember? In the winter, we wore a small cotton jacket made by our grandmother, and we played snowballs with our friends. Listening to the deafening sound of firecrackers outside the New Year’s Eve window, we watched the snow falling. At that time, everything was so beautiful, so beautiful that I thought it was a dream today. Now, every New Year's Eve, I always remember your smile. Without you, it seems that the New Year is uninteresting. Now, will you still remember my name in the New Year's wishes?

Friends, where are you? You left me and my grandmother left. I watched the wind blowing the petals, blowing down the banyan tree, blowing the bookmarks, blowing the snowman, and blowing my heart. Friends, please come back to see me with your grandmother! Even if it only appears in a dream, it is enough for me. I will never forget your name - childhood. Childhood, when will you return?

Third day: Lin Yuxin