The first person who disappeared in my life was my cousin. We first met at my cousin's house. At that time, my fourth-grade cousin was in the sixth grade, and her tall ponytail made her facial features exquisite. After a brief introduction, she went back to the study. From the mouth of menstruation, she probably knows what kind of person my cousin is. She is as inarticulate as me and likes to be alone. Because my family is well-off, I have studied various musical instruments and dances since I was a child, and I have obtained many professional certificates, and my academic performance is also excellent. At that time, I was already proud and lost to have such a sister. I am proud that I have such a perfect sister, but I am lost because I look like an ugly duckling in the corner beside her. Because the two families are very close, every time my sister's driver passes by the door, he will stop to take me to school. Every time, we are almost silent except for getting on the bus and saying goodbye. I remember the year of my tenth birthday. On the morning after my birthday, I put the cake in a plastic bag in my backpack and got on the bus timidly. I haven't taken it out in the car for a long time. Mom's sentence "Remember to eat with my sister" has been ringing in my ears. Along the way, I secretly unzipped my backpack, and in that struggle, the car had arrived at school. I said goodbye to my sister in a hurry and walked away. I opened my backpack and the cake was burnt. I can't say whether it's inferiority or anything, but I really don't get along with people who are much better than myself. Later, my sister was successfully admitted to a key university. After graduation, she went abroad for postgraduate study, met her brother-in-law with a good family in England, and held a grand wedding not long ago. At the wedding scene, my sister followed her parents and brother-in-law with a smile in her eyes. The guests and friends in the audience are talking about how well the couple match. On that day, my sister was breathtaking. I wrote in a circle of friends, "My most admired sister grew up getting married, and it feels like dreaming of getting married."
? The second "flash" is an elder sister named Peng I met during my trip to Shangri-La. Until now, every circle of friends she sends is still the biggest expectation and wonderful in my plain life. That year, in a youth hostel in Duke, Shangri-La, she pulled me and four or five travelers from different places to pull a string. That night, the Tibetan youth brigade made an appointment for us with a beautiful "Shangri-La", and he said that he would wait for us to return to Shangri-La. Later, Peng Jie told me that as an advertising designer in Beijing, she took a month or two to travel almost every year, which sounded inexplicable envy and admiration. What reason can a truly free person have to trap Ta? A truly brave person is not afraid to walk alone. The next morning, Sister Peng went to Daocheng alone with a big backpack on her back. Before leaving, she told me to be safe and hope to meet again. In fact, I know goodbye should be impossible, but I still pay attention to her every day. I will click every link she sends, and I will click every song she sends. I often watch her go to Phnom Penh and Delingha, Thailand and Nepal. Everything she records under the camera is so beautiful and comfortable. Every Halloween, she will send pictures to commemorate the first time that someone who can make Halloween so wonderful appears by my side. She's right.
? The third "flash" is a college classmate with dark skin and tall figure. This is the only impression he left when he first met. At that time, college life was already very noisy, and many boys were hanging out in KTV, a bar outside the school. Because they are fellow villagers, we will eat once a semester. Every dinner, other boys try all kinds of drinks. Every time he is advised to drink, he will laugh and then refuse. Later, I heard other boys talking about him on many occasions. "I don't know what to pack, I don't drink every time, and I don't look like a big man at all." When I graduated, I heard him say that I was going to take the postgraduate entrance examination. I often meet him when I go to the library. Every time I say hello to him, I go about my business. That year, he failed in the postgraduate entrance examination, and many people advised him to give up, and he could still find a stable job when he returned to China. However, under pressure from all sides, he decided to take the postgraduate entrance examination in World War II. Just last year, the good news came that he was admitted to graduate school in Tsinghua. At that time, I was very happy for him, and suddenly realized that some people's hearts are like stones, which will be endless.
Now, although I am as silent as death, I am occasionally overwhelmed by the life of chicken feathers everywhere, but there are always shining people looking up at the stars. They keep running, like meteors that cut through the night sky, even the darkest corners will flash.