Different kind

Your other kind is deeply imprinted in my heart and becomes my precious memory.

--Inscription

You are very different for your peers.

That year, I was 5 years old and you were 8 years old. 8 years old is the age of keen cartoons, and you are an eight-year-old child, waiting to be in the cartoon all day. And you fell in love with paper-cutting and making, holding a picture book and cutting it every day, and cutting a book into a "scarred hole." Even if you were desecrated, after a few days of squatting, you "reinvented the old business" and started your old business - paper cutting. That year, I always followed behind you, watching you cut paper, and then looting the beautiful work you cut. Although every time your results will be taken away by me, you will never give up, and you will be "abuse" with a poor picture book. At that time, my little heart thought that it was the most beautiful work in the world. I began to worship you. I dreamed of cutting out the most beautiful clips in the world like you. At that time, in my heart, I felt that you have such a special hobby, it is very different.

That year, I was eight years old and you were 11 years old. 11 years old is the flower season, your peers are singing popular songs, but you have a soft spot for animated songs, and the result is consistently "not influx". But you have never been discouraged by this "crime", still wearing headphones with me, singing "White Dragon Horseshoe Westward..." completely disregarding the strange eyes of others. That year, I was enchanted by the voice of your nightingale, thinking that it was the sound of nature, and the voice of your song revealed gentleness, like the warm sunshine sprinkled on my heart, which gave me courage and encouragement. I grow up. Maybe you are really childish in the eyes of others, but I think that you are so childish, it is very different.

That year, I was 11 years old and you were 14 years old. 14 years old, it is the middle school period, the cardamom years, brothers and sisters who are as big as you are chasing the "star", and you are watching cartoons with your brothers and sisters, this is gradually out of your eyes in the eyes of other peers. Things, in your eyes, have become the most wonderful treasures in the world. You always have a childlike heart. I can't understand your psychology when I am in the flower season. I gradually began to wonder why the one I admire is longer and smaller. When I tasted what my peers are admiring, I finally understood your heart. Pop music is beautiful, but they have forgotten the pure heart of perfection in the world. Day by day with you, in my heart, gradually gave birth to such a question, whether you are a difficult book, so interesting but so difficult to understand. But I think that you are so interesting and difficult to understand, very different.

You finally left, just for the dream you insisted on, even if I don't know when I will see you again, but your different story is still in my heart, with you, become my treasured memories.

The third day: Falling snow eagle