Memories

Are you in the kindergarten now, looking at the hazy sky, shivering, listening to the teacher saying that if you don’t feel good on the table, you will be caught by the ghosts and your breath will be soft, thinking that this should be more numb than another person. Instead, the handwriting that was wrapped tightly rolled on the ground. The wine was more terrifying and hurried but slightly shaken his head like a head and continued to move.

I think how simple you are a child! You will wait for Dad to pick you up and wait until the sun sets, let the afterglow reflect your petite figure, and you will occasionally look at the door with two small hands, but always disappointed. You have also had a teacher who was rushed out of school to break the school's rules and was brought in. When they went home together, they found that Dad had already returned but forgot to pick up his own experience, and his heart was a little sad.

Your life is colorful or happy. You live with the children in the same class to play with the eagle to catch the chicken but fell, and the big bag at the top is still laughing and laughing. You will teach the teacher's own song to the mother to listen to her affirmation of her. You will lie on your own bed and look at the stars all over the sky, thinking that tomorrow is sweet and you can sleep and smile.

I envy your life, so relaxed and carefree, I would like to be a child looking up to the sky like you, looking at the blue sky happily, watching the clouds look at the dark night sky, watching the bright stars and then happily Live a pure life without a trace of impurities.

From: Thirteen years old

To: I am nine years old.

I think maybe you are happy because you have your best friend at this time. I also want to tell you that four years later, my good friend is still him and has never changed.

At this time, you have faded the coat of a simple and quiet child, and become cheerful and lively. You will laugh and tears with your friends and then quietly perceive the world, so colorful and fickle.

Sometimes you will also prank and tease your own table is also the best friend. You will laugh at him wearing a down jacket and dressing up like a buns. You will fight with him and suddenly pretend to cry and see his helpless and anxious expression. You will be with the quiet, he will think about things in the afternoon and often can't stand the lonely mud. His thoughts are interrupted and then laughed. You will also look at his serious appearance in class, and watching his smooth skin can not help but want to reach out and pinch his face but was forced back by the eyes of the teacher. Time flies by, I want to tell you again that once he has changed, it has become complicated, it is unpredictable, it has changed too much, and I can no longer be from him. See the shadow of childhood.

I hope that you can keep your most pure friendship at this time. Don't be like me, facing the story that once happened to you that no longer exists.

From: Thirteen years old

To: I am twelve years old.

Now, like many people, you are beginning to be obsessed with various stars and put their photo posters everywhere.

You won't be able to learn and do the exercises every day like other students, and hope that you will achieve excellent results in the admission examinations of Graduation and Baoyi. You will still give up those difficult questions, go out and go crazy until 9 o'clock, and then rush to the home, inevitably the parents' shackles, but always left ears into the right ear, or do their own way to maintain their own good behavior style.

In fact, you have also worried about your achievements, because you always lie on your transcript with a lower score than others, because you fell to the 37th grade in the school's only ranking and then sighed silently. The transcripts are in the drawer, because you are reluctant to turn around and lose when you see the excited and showy face of the classmates who have achieved excellent results.

Everyday life is still carried out step by step, and the class teacher is always tirelessly divided into grades according to the level of grades and also divides all the students into equals. You are always indifferent to this habit. It is like getting used to every day, teachers of all subjects will send four or five papers for homework.

Maybe you are already eager to grow up, but this gorgeous and long-sleeved robes have already experienced many unbearable realities. You are still growing up and never growing up.

From: Thirteen years old

To: I am twelve and a half years old.

When you just graduated and stood in front of the small national gate again, when you look at the cheerful smiles of the sneak out of the country, when you hurriedly ran away when your tears were about to fall. You will know that this school, which once filled all the memories of your six years, can no longer be found.

When you are standing in front of the window to buy food, but when you pass by with the classmates who used to live together, you know that those tears and laughter are hard to turn.

You always live devoutly, I believe that one day I can find happiness, but happiness is like the lights on the horizon, warming your eyes, letting you run forward, but never reach.

You always look back to the carefree life as you look at the sky and become a thorough blue. So when you accidentally see the graduation photos that are filled with the smiles of classmates, so when you attend the class reunion, you smile like the child who stood in the sunshine with the same table, and feels warm and happy inside. .

You are still playing the role of a student in the new school, writing quietly, reading quietly, walking quietly through the campus and looking at all the quiet smiles. And you gradually learned to pretend to be yourself, watching friends in the past no longer innocent, no longer simple, just used to shake your head. Because you know that when you smile happily, your heart has a pain that is hard to heal.

May you be free...

From: Thirteen years old

To: Those memories

We will forget something after all. The door to memory will not stay at the moment of birth forever, and will not let us remember all the pain. The vows that have been promised, the tears that once flowed, the pains that have been forbearing, will become a glimpse of the fish in the long river of time, will eventually leave, will eventually disappear, will eventually wither, and eventually die.

Those memories are actually very good. When I first learned to lose my friendship in my memory, when I was able to face this world for the first time in my memory, when the forgotten people in the memory were clearly presented, I could hide Among them, carrying their own little happiness, as a wish, decorated with hope.

A group of flying birds flew in the sky, and they took away the memory of who.

From: Thirteen years old

postscript:

Childhood shrinks into a grain of sand, trapped in my eyes, forcing me to keep crying. Obviously, I can't see it in front of me. It has obviously gone very far with time, but the pain is very clear and clear.

All of the above are written to me, my past, my childhood.

When God made a sly smile on his head, I was trying hard to keep the scholars from remembering, not regretting, as if I had regretted falling after a teacup, but I could not do it.

Suddenly I felt like a gorgeous puppet, and played all the joys and sorrows, but there are always countless shiny silver threads on the back, and even if I manipulated me, I will do everything.

Now that I have changed, I admit that I can't do it in the true sense of the child. It was just once, it made it difficult for me to discard and give me praise.

Thank you, my ones, not memories of memories.

Late summer and early autumn

Those past events that we have never forgotten are forgotten in the process of our obsession.

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Sixth grade of Ping'an Road, Fengrun District, Tangshan, Hebei: Liu Yuchen