Year of the moon

Years of lingering in the ticking, miss seems to be the patent of the night, a whole street is brightly lit, and the bustling happiness makes countless memories.

Open the yellowed diary, the thickness of the paper book, the time, the quiet mood, the old laughter, tears, love, friendship... swept the whole thoughts.

The familiar notes have become strangers, and they try their best to seize the fleeting years. After browsing through the past joys and sorrows, the feelings of all kinds of souls recovering together slammed my nerves.

My tired figure was slightly thin under the light of the flickering light, and the neon lights outside the window set me to be more lonely. A drop of fluorescent light passed through, illuminating two tears, because the past days were too happy to remember. There are too many things, I am afraid that too many memories will remind me of the sentence that is full of regional momentum, "I will never see again." Despite this, the constant flashes in my mind are those of happiness and warmth.

In the fog, the self-evident feelings that can't be lost, I still remember that we were fearless about the things at that time. We saw that the clouds floated over the majestic peaks to know that it was the cloud. We heard the wind blowing. After the canyon, I knew that it was the wind. Those friends, I don’t think about it every day, I miss... The “Blue Life and Death Love” used to make tears flow into the river, and many honey sweet temptations are in the heart of the South. The crowds that come to the north, and the countless beautiful dreams are floating in the air, and those days are too good.

The yellowed notebook still records my bits and pieces, vents my deep and shallow memories, the hardships and shadows in the trek, sweet and pleasant, and is flipped on the back of the calendar. If I die, I will never come back.

I sealed our things in this diary, and those became my eternal treasure.

Closing this yellowed booklet, the last drop of tears reflected in the darkness of the crystal clear, many things, like this tear, like the light in the darkness, everything has not yet begun, we have stood in the light, just like I just Pick up, the full stop is already in sight.

The first grade of the second country of Sanhe City, Sanhe City, Langfang, Hebei: Cai Meng