Twelve years of play

Twelve years of saying that long is not long, short and short. When I was six years old, I was a girl with a gray face and a low face. I am now one.

Slim young girls, from small eyes, dark skin to big eyes, flashing and flickering skin, tall gray girls. Long hair always sticks to my face. The cold eyes made the boys in the class afraid.

The one thing I remember most clearly was when I was a child, I was playing near the bridge near my home. The bridge is a large railway erected viaduct. Below is the reservoir. When I was a child, I often accompanied my good friends to play in shallow water. Putting a small paper boat into the water, sitting in the water and watching small fish, etc. made me think that I am funny now.

Growing up slowly, leaving my hometown, leaving the bridge, and leaving my good friend who met for six years, came to a strange development zone. When I first came, I didn't dare to go out. People who didn't know outside didn't have good friends. I can only stay at home and watch TV to recall my little friends.

However, I quickly accepted this strange place. I can go to the nearby small park for a while, sometimes let my grandmother take me to Century Square. But I have never forgotten the hometown of my heart who has mountains and water and good friends.

After a year, I finally returned to my hometown, but when I came back to my hometown, I felt that everything was strange. When I came to the bridge again, I was very surprised. There are no reservoirs, no bridges, only a few houses. The only thing that didn't become the wish bottle that I buried in the corner, I opened the bottle and wrote it; I want to come back.

I have not returned to my hometown until five years now. Now in the eyes of others, I am just a girl who grew up in the development zone from an early age. No one knows that when I was a child, I grew up in a good place with mountains and water.

I saw my close friend when I was playing with my classmates a few days ago. I recognized her at a glance and she recognized me. If we have no one to talk about the fun of childhood. But the time of gathering was short after a while and we broke up.

On the way home, I don’t look up to see the difference between the day and the child. This is a leaf falling down and falling on my face. I looked at it as a yellow leaf, and although it reached the end of life, it would not forget the past. I will not forget, I said softly in my heart. Then I gently put it on the ground and went home. The yellow leaves on the white ground are conspicuous. But this is the final destination of its life, the place where it sleeps peacefully.

I am a city girl, but I always live in my nostalgia for my hometown. But I will never forget my hometown, a good place with mountains and water. Never forget the world.

Sixth grade of Taoyuan Elementary School, Qibin District, Hebi, Henan: Chen Xueyu