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those years


Sitting quietly in the classroom, leaning against the window, thinking about some problems that I don't seem to know, the brain is blank... I don't know how, the mood is inexplicable.

When we were young, we were not very happy, for those sad songs, for those painful words, for those endings that were not satisfactory.

The book that was opened on the table was gently blown away by the wind for a few pages. The crisp voice, like the pure voice of the soul, trembled my messy thoughts, awakened from dreams...

That gust of wind, with some warmth and fresh earthy fragrance, I lazyly opened my eyes, really surprised me. The sky is so high, so blue! The sun is so bright and splendid like the summer rhododendron!

In fact, spring has already come to the side, but I have no intention of discovering and searching. Those who are playing hide and seek in rapeseed, chasing under the cherry trees, and flying kites in the fields have grown up and grown up into today's teenagers. We have lost the joy of those years, the innocence of those years, and the memories of those years about spring. Maybe we can't remember those years.

After many years, I still remember those memories of the spring, I really miss it, but after all, I can’t go back. I can still be as emotional as I am, and I don’t know why, it’s wet without any reason. Some people say that the past has let it pass, I think it is because they still don't understand, how stubborn the memory is. More importantly, it was the childhood I used to be full.

I always like to sit down by the window, you can see the clouds, the pedestrians on the street, and...

I leaned against the window and looked at the light flowing through the window. There seems to be a recovery in a dry corner of my heart. It may be a long-lost memory. The cherry blossoms that bloom every spring, nothing has changed, only the memory of the dust in the corner. Until one day, I saw myself in the mirror, the lonely silhouette. At that moment, I was a little sad in my heart.

Third day: Lin Yuxin

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