Meet - let the encounter run the life

That was a long time ago. The scene, like a strong tea dip, reveals a little antique feeling; at the same time, it also contains a hint of warmth.

We used to.

When I met you, you were one year younger than me, but it was a "long" century. I was born at the end of a century, and it seems to contain the pain that the century has experienced. You, born at the beginning of a century, are filled with the sunshine given by the new century, but this does not affect our friendship.

We often play together, have a good time, have a lot of sweat, a simple mind, a simple and happy, simple and simple, along with our simple day.

Everything is like a dream.

I wonder if you still remember our secret base? The depths of the bushes are deep - filled with our jealousy and joy;

I wonder if you still remember to turn over the iron fence, go to the childish kindergarten, and beware of the grandfather who is watching the door?

I wonder if you still remember the little sparrow that died in the rain? That time, we used the brown soil to build a small tombstone for it;

You must remember, I am with you, and the children, swinging on the swing, you always love the swing on the left, I always love the swing on the right, happy laugh under the swing, discuss more fresh play... ...

Everything, like turning over a dusty photo album, pages come to mind, and gradually become intimate, for a long time, for a long time...

If it is said that encounter is a kind of fate, then it is a kind of awkwardness. Because we used to say that we live together like this - this is an agreement. And I, but I defaulted.

Not long ago, my father gave me a photo. You are running on the playground. The camera is very far away, but it is so kind. I am told that you are going to study at the Nanjing Theatre Academy, and I am still in the middle of the world, wishing you a smooth career in your dance career.

Going home this time, I stood in front of a bunch of dwarf bamboos for a long time...

The playground we used to fight, the one who was hiding from the rain, and the...there was immersed in childhood memories, and suddenly pulled back to reality, only to feel that it had passed two years.

In two years, it is not long, it is just two small waves in the long river of life. It is said that the short is not short, it is already more than 700 days and nights.

In the past two years, whether it is the illusion of the sun, or the look back at the depths of the night, we will always remember our encounters and the people we met.

Mo Zhen’s road is ignorant, who is not in the world? Despite the comfort of this age-old sentence, I still cherish the enrichment of life.

Third day: Zheng Wei