Broken memory · swallowtail butterfly

The corridor is not too bright and may be related to the season. There is no warm sunshine in this summer. There is a damp smell in the air and it is raining outside. I am used to walking alone in an empty school building.

"Swallow Butterfly."

I have lived in... for a long time, even this long process has been forgotten by me. Now, someone has mentioned it again. If I remember correctly, the swallow butterfly is my name. When I belonged to it... I thought of it, the fragmentary memory fragments broke out in my mind.

I am really · yes · Yan Yan Butterfly?

I can't believe it, I can't believe it, I won't believe it. Actually, some people still remember the "Swallow Butterfly", remember me?

The corridor was dead, until the boy who had just called me behind him, said in his most beautiful voice: "I am Mo Zhenan, hey, do you remember me?"

Hey.

Oh...

Mo Zhenan?

why? Feeling so familiar, but was disintegrated at a time.

I turned stiffly: "I don't remember."

Mo'an's eyes seemed to fall to the bottom of the valley.

Sorry, Diane, I am really sorry. I remember, but those memories, I can't complete it. Before that, I have to pretend that I don't know anything.

"Hey, I must let you remember me!"

- Oh, oh.

A tear fell on the granite in the corridor. I could only lower my head and let him not notice the tears of his tears.

I walked into the classroom, every seat was empty, and there was still a handwriting left by the teacher with chalk on the blackboard. I took out my notebook and ballpoint pen and carefully copied every word.

Mo Zhen stood quietly beside me, looking at me with a look that seemed to be distressed.

"Hey, how much do you remember? Tell me, okay?"

I looked up at him and turned my eyes away from the raindrops that were floating outside the window.

Yes, I still remember, I have been transferring, I keep turning, and people around me are gradually alienating me. I can't remember why. I also know that I am amnesia. More than half of the reasons are Mo Zhenan, but I don't remember why I started to forget. Only sometimes forget it thoroughly, sometimes just forget a part of it. However, the name Mo Zhenan, I will not forget.

I certainly didn't tell him what I remembered, because I know that about Mo Zhenan, I can't say anything now. I want to know why I am because he started amnesia.

Retrieving and remembering the past:

At that time, the flowers bloomed and then embellished. I spent almost a century trying to breathe. But at the end, it was still a loss.

I am a swallow butterfly, still. Can not change this fact, Mo Zhenan had to use such a so-called cold means to push me named Yan Yan Die into the abyss Jedi.

The Jedi is a field of wheat. My body is like a soul in a wheat field. I don't know how to break them apart. I only know that Mou'an has done this more than once. Sometimes he is close to him, or more accurately he is close to me. My soul and body will be hit hard until I lose all my memories. Push me into the Jedi wheat field again.

This is a part of my dreams about the swallow butterfly. I know my name is swallow butterfly, but I am not sure that she is her. And Mo Zhenan is the boy who hates the most hateful and does not know whether it belongs to love. I know that my dreams are falling, I may not understand myself, and I know that no one in this world will pay attention to me. So, don't describe yourself too much damage, I am just the swallow butterfly with broken memories. And that Mo Zhenan will also disappear from my memory. I hope to be eternal.

Mo Zhenan, Shishan... I don't know which kind of person I belong to. But in memory, he appeared again on my campus, taking me out of memory with an unprecedented gentle smile. I once again forgot all the sad drama he had done to me. From a height, go to his arms.

Walking on the tarmac street, I want to wear colorful wings to fly, do not want to hear anyone's lies, find a place without lie... Time lost like being wandering, unable to break free of who set the frame, looking at the blue sky Clouds recall, freedom has been so close! ...The hidden wings are hidden behind the sky, waiting for me to find the rhythm of time to fly again...

The color wings are like Mo Zhenan.

If I understand your language in my dreams, wait for me to find the time rhythm to fly you.

Grade 5 of Daguxia National Primary School, Pingtan County, Fuzhou, Fujian: Gao Jiaxin