That old wall makes me unforgettable

As the flower blossoms and falls, the clouds roll in the clouds, and the time passes through the fingertips like a breeze.

But the memories it brings us will not disappear, and the old wall of the hometown makes my soul linger here.

With the rotation of my thoughts and the traction of memories, I went to the old wall again. On this gray, low-rise old wall, there are traces left by me and my partner. Look at the wall, childish words, maybe not like words, people can not help but the pattern, really record the friendship with the little friends.

Looking up again, the old wall is really old, revealing a weak external appearance, some bricks have fallen down, however, after the partners have been tested, it is so strong. Since then, this has become our base. As soon as we leave school, we will climb the old wall and play and play on the wall. When you are tired, sit down and put your feet down. Sometimes, some people will take some delicious food. We are together, eating snacks, and gazing towards the fiery West. Oh, that is the sunset. Our eyes are full of hustle and bustle, the sunset is red with clouds all over the sky, and the colors are constantly changing. Against the backdrop of the setting sun, a few smoky smokes, a harmonious rural flower roll is in front of you. I looked at the picture, the Xu Yan, and thought of childhood illusions, fantasizing that the smoke was a fairy with a white beard.

Inside the old wall, there is a small wasteland, planted with a banyan tree. In the summer, the banyan tree grows thick green shades and is full of blue-green money. My partner and I will climb the old wall again, sit under the green shade, blow the habits of the wind, and then grab the money to eat, how relaxed and leisurely. Sometimes I will climb up the tree with my friends and lie in the tree, feeling so cool. It will also be better than trying to see who climbs high, and often see if the eggs in the nest in the tree hatch the birds. Sometimes, a straight branch is folded from the tree. In front of the old wall, it is dressed as a Japanese warrior, using a branch to make a sword to fight the sword, and it will also be a bad guy and a knight. Always making troubles, talking and laughing, never worrying, the old wall silently watching everything, recording everything.

Back to reality, memories are memories after all. The old wall is old, a weak wind, it is really old, a loud noise, fell, the banyan tree was also chopped, friends met, will smile, never like I laughed as a child, I was thinking, did growth make us change? Friendship is weak? Gradually understand that we have changed, but friendship has never faded, because in everyone's mind, the old wall has never fallen, and will never fall.

The third day of Yuhua Middle School, Yuchongtai District, Hebei Province: Xu Yanqi