The years of innocence passed easily. -inscription

The past time passed very leisurely. We can do anything we want after school, which has planted seeds for our character and interest in life.

In spring, I want to fly a kite. I will go to the grassy square alone on a bright afternoon. Because all my friends are burying their own seeds. They are never obsessed with these things, kites, blue sky, white clouds, grass and warm air. I'm fascinated by it. I don't think anyone wants to fly kites with me, step on the soft grass and breathe quietly.

Then I wrote an article that combined those feelings and thoughts for the first time, but I didn't expect it to be affirmed by the Chinese teacher. He read my article in class. I was happy, and then I was sad. Because no one cares about my feelings except the Chinese teacher.

One of my impromptu poems was affirmed by him. He was surprised that it was my poem and lent me a thick modern poem … and so on. And the poem I took out today was changed beyond recognition by the teacher. So I won't take it out. I wonder if he will be so excited after reading my present article.

Unfortunately, I'll never get another chance.

The only picnic in primary school was also in spring, and that day was unforgettable. We cook lunch in the most primitive way. To this day, I still consider myself the person who made the greatest contribution that day. All the dishes I am responsible for frying are delicious. Actually, it wasn't necessarily delicious, but everyone was hungry later. Everyone else washed vegetables and collected firewood, and I was the only one who was smoked to death. Other groups ate noodles, and some didn't eat at all. My good friend's group is hungry. And our group is the only group that eats Chinese food. I held the bowl and watched them eat. I really want to stand up and announce my great achievements loudly and wait for their cheers. Of course, I didn't do that. Later, I lost a chopstick while washing dishes. But the location of the picnic is great. So most of the memories are beautiful and bright rape flowers, water plants and sunshine.

I have a good relationship with that good friend and have reached the point of "interdependence" in others' hearts. We eat fried noodles together in the shop at the school gate every morning. It's very spicy. We went home together after school, went out to play together, and even made the same friends. And I fell in love with spicy food and fruit because I was with her, and the speed of eating fried noodles increased by three times. Life was like this at that time. I sometimes wonder how we can be so persistent, and then I went to participate in the training of the county sports meeting. Go to the square at 6 o'clock every morning and go home at 6 o'clock in the afternoon. I haven't been with her for two months. However, it just came. She went home from school alone for two months, so did I, and then it was over and back on track. So our peers can count as two years. Just like dressing, I am used to carrying my schoolbag in the cool morning dew, watching each other running slowly towards me from the top or bottom of the ridge, squinting and smiling faintly (we are both nearsighted). Wait for each other when you pack your schoolbag after school, and then swing home with rambling words in the lazy golden sunshine. I'm surprised that my life is so simple.

The sunshine smiles through the cracks in the leaves, which warms my dreams.

When the air turns warm and ambiguous pink, butterflies flutter between flowers and grass leaves, and summer comes.

The physical training of the sports meeting, which started at the end of spring, has really entered the state now. The weather is getting hotter and hotter. When many people are still in the last class at school, I and others have to go to the square outside the school to spend energy. The square is quiet most of the time. The edge of the football field in the middle is covered with green weeds, the runway has a black background and white lines, the trees outside are flourishing, and all the green plants are emitting its unique fragrance in the hot and sunny sunshine. So whenever we run, I feel inexplicably happy. Dandelion seeds danced with the wind, stuck to me, touched my white sneakers, and flew away gently with big seeds. So I followed a group of people around me and ran briskly.

But when summer comes and the temperature is close to 40℃, I become very miserable. Long-distance running makes my ankle ache, and my calf has long been as hard and heavy as others. I don't know how to go at ordinary times, and the teacher is very strict during training. I can only endure the pain and run hard. My insides are almost cracked and my whole body aches. I want to cry because I am too tired, and I want to cry because of the pain. It's no use crying, but I still have to run while crying. I was tanned all summer and didn't recover until two years later.

My second kitten, Meow Meow, stayed with me all summer. Its back, head and mouth are black, and its face, stomach and four claws are white, just like wearing little shoes. I lay on the cold ground and watched it roll around to play table tennis, rolling around with the ball, but I couldn't catch it; I call a "meow", and it calls a good and long "meow ~"; I held the cat's two front legs in my usual posture and picked it up. It stared at round eyes and gently looked away. I aimed at its eyes and it tilted to one side; I put it upside down on the sofa, revealing its white fluffy belly and feeding it. It squinted and drank hard. I took the bottle, and it reached out to reach my hand, like a child ... it was so quiet all summer.

I like kittens very much. She likes puppies very much. I like to touch a pile of fluff on the tip of meow's ear with my fingertips, and then meow will shake that ear hard. She likes to pull the puppy's tail up and let the puppy's hind legs and ass get stuck in the sky. Her mouth also issued a sharp and gentle "Yi-"sound. The first time I squatted next to her and watched her do this, I was shocked. Alas, so many dogs in her family have been tossed like this. ...

That summer, I began to understand Jay's songs and the fourth grade "Fantasy City". I used to hold graduation photo in my arms and stare at the sunshine when I was in primary school. The classmate's expression in the photo is rare. Including myself. It feels weird. But in any case, I can't erase my sadness.

In the quiet summer, there are stars in the sky and I miss your faces in my heart.

The sky is often like a clear ice-blue ice, inadvertently drifting through the faint clouds in the cool breeze, leisurely and carefree.

Xiao C likes to rap. Jay's nunchakus were very popular at that time. Of course, I listened to it well later, but it was him who promoted it in class. He often said, "Ha ha ha, believe it or not, I am the only one in my class who knows nunchakus …" But I never thought it was a big deal … (Little C, I'm telling the truth …) At that time, he was short and thin, and I always thought he was a child. He often jumps around me like a spring (little C: gnome male-"...), insisting on being taller than me. Then I grinned and he said, aren't you just taller than me? A summer vacation is long 10 cm!

After a summer vacation, we swim together every day. Because I didn't feel that he was growing every day, then he transferred to another school and came back to see us. Oh, my gosh! Several people stood together. He is the tallest! When he said a word, I asked, "Huh?" He said, "I may rap too much ..." (including this sentence, which he repeated twice ...) (Little C: That's because I'm a cool boy ...)

The sports meeting was finally held. I will always remember those two and a half glorious days. Our school dress is a pair of light yellow shorts, which is a bit dazzling. The total score of our group soared, and the champion, runner-up and runner-up won one after another, so that people in other schools shouted, "Look! Argo is the second youngest ... "I have an impulse to cry in my heart. Several months of intensive training, long persistence and pain, only for the glory of these dozens of seconds. I have never participated in a long-distance race before, so I often can't stand the scene of the "race" and the pressure is too great to imagine the achievements of other teams. I always want to give up when I think about these things that make my heart tremble during training on the court. But when I look around, all these people are suffering with me, so I have to endure tears and cowardice. In that competition, I would never have thought that many championship achievements that everyone usually tries to catch up with have become history. Because champions are the people I know who train with me every day, that is, ourselves! Finally, the total score of our group was over 100, and the second place was only over 60.

Time will bury everything, but when I see that stadium runway, I will still feel excited and grateful secretly. Training two years ago, grass, rain, sweat, and feelings that only we know. When I watched a summer and autumn pass by it, I felt as sad as I did two years ago. I'm standing here without leaving, but time has passed quickly for two years. I thought we could run 1500 as if nothing had happened, and we could drink water in a sweat and ask, "What's your math homework today?" I answered "five, six, seven questions." And the next day, you cracked your mouth and giggled and said to me, "I wrote another question yesterday ..." After the training, you can still have breakfast at 7 o'clock by bike and wear summer clothes in class ... but the reality whispers in my ear that you won't come back.

So I sniffed and said forget it. You see, this is a cold.

Red leaves are floating with the wind, and autumn is getting stronger. Loneliness hurts for a long time and dreams are broken.

It doesn't often snow in winter in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Most of the winter in memory is cloudy. Maybe it's because winter is too short, it's hard to see friends in a winter vacation. Many times, I stay alone in the deafening fireworks and enjoy loneliness.

Therefore, there is little memory.

We also contact each other and set off fireworks at night. But it's all from Xiao C, because it's not easy for me to call her (depressed ...). Unfortunately, we haven't set off fireworks once in two years. We, no, I should say that I always drag her to be late. In fact, I didn't feel any regret at that time, because I had to sit in the classroom when I started school. But why do I regret it now?

I think that she has been worried about frostbite on her hands. I'm confused. I've been with her for almost four years. Every winter, her hands will become red, black, swollen, painful and itchy, which is really terrible. No matter what method she uses, no matter when she starts prevention, it is useless. It's late autumn now, and she doesn't even dare to ride a car, for fear that the cold wind will blow her hand. As for me, it snows and plays with snow. Every morning when there is not enough time, I ride a flying car. I often forget to wear gloves, but my hands are not frostbitten. I can't help it, although I sympathize with her. Finally, one winter, the joints of my left hand were very red and itchy. She saw me scratching and couldn't help saying, "Maybe it's frostbite." I was startled. Because I have heard her complain countless times, and it will freeze every year after freezing once. I remembered her hand. I quit. I quit. Later, I continued to break the jar. However, the next year, I didn't get frostbite again. I'm so happy. She is dizzy. I continued to ride the flying car, and she continued to walk. Later, I found a pimple on the tip of her nose. I leaned close to her face and stared at her nose happily and asked, "Do you have acne, too?" She said sadly, "You mean on the nose? It is not acne, it is frostbite! "

And (my) acne, which is rare for her.

(... inn ... that ... seems a little boring ...)

I thought of you, too. I don't know why, I don't want to get along with you all the time. I like indifference. (You also catered to me ...) I won't mention what I did to embarrass you here, just say "I'm sorry", but I believe you have "that", hehe. But the only thing you did that embarrassed me, which I know you didn't know, was that math class. When I saw the math teacher writing on the blackboard, I was very excited to lift the three-legged stool, leaving only one leg as the center of the circle, hanging my feet, holding the table and sitting on it wriggling (... don't despise me when you see this ... I already know I was wrong ...). I thought you would smile and say, "Are you okay?" So everyone is ready for an embarrassed smile on their faces, but you didn't see what I just did. You turn around slowly and ask, "What is it?" I immediately put away my weird smile and said, "Nothing."

I hope no one sees this ... it really hurts my self-esteem ...

This incident has strengthened my indifference. I often find fault with you and bully you ... (Forget it ...) But when I don't meet you face to face in the future, I still feel guilty inside. The black down jacket you always wear makes me feel very sad. I'm really sorry ... the background music is the faint sound of guitar plucking and the sadness that you have been bullied by me. But I've never seen it.

..... Nothing seems to be left in winter. But I keep saying it. Maybe it is because I was born in this season. Don't doubt, I don't know what logic this is. )

I woke up one month when I heard that winter was gone. I think I have waited for my expectation, but the future can't be arranged for this.

Yes, I remember all this and everything else. I'm too stupid to forget. So, what about you?

..... Anyway, thank you for coming with me.

I'll give you the website. I am also in the graduating class. Please give me more advice. Please look again! O(∩_∩)O~