The most touching note in my student days was that I was sitting at the same table. From kindergarten to junior high school, I go to school with my childhood friends every day. He is one year older than me, 198 1 year, from four or five years old to adolescence, which is the best time of childhood. No matter what happens every time, he will always be behind me. Every time I cry, every time I meet a math homework that I can't do, I always ask him, and he always takes pains to act as my umbrella. I am the first in Chinese, but he is the first in mathematics. He is smart, handsome and has the role of a little man. Every time I make up my math homework, I cry in grievance, watching my classmates leave, and all my pride and dignity collapse at that moment. His eyes are red. He handed a note. Don't be afraid. I am here. That is the greatest warmth in my heart. It's still too warm to think of it now, but then I went my separate ways and couldn't see him. When I think of the aftertaste of my childhood, there are always too many places worth remembering and moving in my life.