Recalling summer

Recalling summer

Childhood!

Is the truth in the dream,

Is a dream in the real world,

It is a smile with tears in my memory. - "Stars, Spring Water"

One

Li Baixuan: "The hour does not know the moon, and it is called Baiyu plate. It is also suspected that Yaotai mirror, flying in the Qingyun." Month, has been rumored by people since ancient times. It is noble, cold, holy, warm and watery, with a white gauze on the mysterious night cage, and the moonlight is flowing, it is the fluttering white sleeve green shirt. Summer is the best time to enjoy the moon. In the dark night, the stars are shining, shining, although beautiful, but after all, a little less atmosphere, no more than that month, no matter whether it is cloudy or not, it is always the same, so quiet and peaceful, face everything.

When I was young, I couldn’t hold a trifle in my heart. I moved to the bench every night and sat in the yard. I listened to the summer insects, and I was happy with the cold moon. Even so far I still can't forget the clear moon that was reflected in the pupils of the past.

I thought that the moon was happy, accompanied by stars, praised by the world, hung in the sky, and laughed at the red dust; now the party knows that the moon has always been lonely, but the guests are only because of its distinctiveness. Deeply admired, seemingly warm, surrounded by thousands of miles. The heart of silence, no words, tears, with the wind.

Time is like a gap, and I gradually drift away in my childhood. The world in the eyes is big and has changed. Nowadays, I can rarely look up at the night sky, ignoring the moon, I think I am no longer qualified, I am not the same as me.

In fact, everything: the moon, the stars, the summer have not changed, but the things are human.

In fact, we are all right, but it is too weak in the face of the years.

two

In the summer, the spring and autumn are separated, and the two seasons are maintained. It is often hot to the peak and gradually falls back to the original point. The leaves fall back to the roots. Suddenly, I found that people’s feelings are also the same.

I only vaguely remember that when the kindergarten graduated, everyone was together and painfully. Maybe at that time, my little world was greatly turbulent, and even the sky was rendered as a lifeless gray.

Everyone has to be separated.

- This is probably the only thing I remembered at the time.

After all, it was a young child. I first experienced the sadness of parting, except for tears, tears, drowning my heart, and being in prison. But now I think of it, it is not so unforgettable.

In the summer, parting summer, I opened a new six-year time, but I still can't help but think of a lot.

I remember, she pulled a handful of erhu, wrote a handful of articles, gentle and well-behaved, whispering and revealing the unique femininity of Jiangnan women; I remember that he gave me a hand-made greeting card, green grass, in his second year. The blue clouds, the beautiful princess, the tender handwriting have carved a good time, just like the dandelion goes with the wind.

Looking up, as if they were smiling at me, although they could not recall the face, but still like the spring breeze, the warmth is still. The finger tapped, and the moment disappeared like a cloud of smoke. The tears that reached the corner of the eye did not fall, because even if the space was wet, it did not mean that the past could be retained.

It is no longer important to miss the past, bury the past, or leave the past.

Childhood!

Is the truth in the dream,

Is a dream in the real world,

It is a smile with tears in my memory.

At least we are worthy of youth. The flowers blossomed and we smiled with tears.

Zhejiang Hongxing School, Haining City, Zhejiang Province, the second day: Qisheng Ruyan