Memories

Every time there was a smile on his face, the memories of that scene came out again.

In the evening, I rode a bicycle into the quiet path of the gut, where the wind is so soft, the flowers are so beautiful, everything here is so beautiful.

At this time, my gaze was attracted to the past by a strong magnetic force--the two little hamsters were playing in freedom. They are like a pair of intimate iron buddies. The little hamster is white and snowy, like a white pompom. Its ears are small and straight, and the two eyes are inlaid like two small black grapes, black and bright. Isn't it cute because of its small and delicate cherry mouth?

At this time, there was a little hamster bent down to eat the melon seeds. I suddenly stunned and unexpectedly found that its back was dotted with three oblique black spots. "Hey? Isn't it a little hamster I have ever raised?" I began to wonder. I still remember that I personally placed three black dots on its back, which is small. I remember that it used to eat melon seeds, and it was ten in five seconds. In order to prove that it is, I screamed: "Small!" The deep nostalgia is included in this sentence. The little hamster looked up and looked at me. I seem to think that the world has stopped turning and only me, the little hamster and the deep nostalgia. I stared at it, and the warmth flowed through the body. I picked it up, it was not afraid, and that kind of lonely nostalgia was once again broken. Holding tightly, the kind of words that can't describe excitement, warmth, openness, and memories are all deeply immersed in the embrace of love. The memories of that scene have emerged...

Yes, I recognize him, it is the little bit that I have long missed...

Fifth grade: Chen Yu