Who can tell me that an article in "Fireworks" seems to be called "Time goes by Bo Ban Sugar"?

How much time is deposited in such memories.

I thought the scene of memories would always be the white-haired years on the rocking chair, with a little trace of blooming time. Smile slowly stretches, stretches, and finally freezes.

I hope I have that day. So, is it more meaningful to think of you?

You robbed my candy and licked my sweetness, but I didn't cry. I looked at you angrily and punched you.

You are full of momentum, but you have no strength to fight back. Finally, your hair was messed up and you left obvious scars on your cheeks. When stopped by the teacher, he looked at me defiantly with admiring eyes.

That was the first memory, and I was bored to think that if time stayed in such ignorance, wouldn't there be a delay?

We will go out to play together soon. At that time, it was a great thing to rob every kindergarten child and then divide the stolen goods fifty-fifty. The kindergarten teacher complained angrily to our parents. Your mother stubbornly thinks that I have taught you badly and pointed at my mother to scold her. Later, I never appeared in that kindergarten again.

I never saw you again. The boundless age already knows what regret is.

My mother always resigned herself to fate. The neighbor next door is famous for not returning it, but she still smiles and distributes daily necessities: brooms, cotton gloves, big washbasins … I always wonder why she is so kind.

The night the light bulb broke down, I struggled to hold the flashlight, and my mother struggled to hold the light bulb, but accidentally fell to the ground. There was a loud bang, and I cried and asked where my father was. Obviously, someone is needed to do such a job, but he is not there.

I don't cry anymore. If that helps, it won't keep my mother silent about my father's whereabouts.

I learned the truth that I never went to kindergarten again. It's not that my mother doesn't want to make trouble, but that her salary is becoming more and more unstable.

But I went to primary school as planned. Persistence and stubbornness, hard posture.

I asked my mother to find me a big bag to hold the leftover beverage bottles of my classmates. I don't care how mean the sarcasm is, but I only know that it will reassure my premature mother.

The most beautiful girl in the class is Qi. She changes a beautiful princess dress almost every day. She led a group of people to stop my way from school, threatened to replace the teacher and removed me from the class as a garbage child.

I just gave her a disdainful look and went on my way, but in return, they swarmed on me, and my old clothes were embarrassed by their muddy shoes. I gritted my teeth, and the memory of kindergarten made me clear that no matter what happened, I couldn't worry my mother any more.

Although the teacher criticized Qi in front of the whole class; Although she was called by the teacher to buy a bunch of delicious food from her parents, she apologized to me. I'm still not ready to forgive her. When her well-dressed father said he was sorry, I left him a message, fuck you.

When I came home that day, I kept singing loudly on the road. Sloppy clothes and a big bag full of drink bottles on my shoulders really make me look like a homeless garbage child. Just as I continued on my way with a heartless look, a car suddenly stopped beside me.

It's Xue

He is wearing a small white suit, and thin straps make his shirt look more neat and straight. Through the sunset, his hair color is golden yellow.

Look at me, my hair is messy, my face is obviously malnourished, and my clothes don't need to be explained.

In two years, we have all changed.

We called each other's names almost at the same time. Then laugh.

Ten-year-olds know what the world is, but they don't care. His driver reminded him suspiciously that it was time to go home. He asked me about my school and got on the bus. He handed me a popsicle from the car.

After a long time, I know that the adjective that can be used on Xue's father is to get rich overnight. His stingy mother leads a menstruation life.

As for the candy, it's really sweet to lick it with your tongue out in the sun.

Xue did come to see me, but not many times, and his time was limited.

More often, I took the candy he gave me and tasted it alone.

Qi Meisheng is very envious. Even at a young age, I still know how to throb. She offered to be nice to me. After getting my dirty eyes, I was still not angry and unwilling. I raised my head and deliberately bumped into Xue, and then cried and demanded compensation.

She pointed to my hand and shouted that she also wanted to eat popsicles.

Jealous of getting older and losing the candy that I thought belonged to me. Although it is obvious that this is just Xue's helpless means, he doesn't want Qi to bother me.

We began to say that we have studied recently and the city-wide unified examination is about to begin. Before, the teacher talked to my mother and said that as long as she was in the top ten, it would be very promising to apply for subsidies.

I don't want the top ten. I just want to be number one.

But I didn't take the unified exam. I fainted in the examination room and was taken to the hospital.

Although my mother took me home later, I still heard a slight rumor that my hospitalization fee had been paid to me.

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2008- 1 1-09 13:05

Li xiaogege

2 1 vermicelli

Core member

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second floor

How many fleeting years have we kept forever?

In junior high school, my mother and I changed our bicycles into trolleys. You are finished, so that she can accompany me to school every day, I study, and she sells lunch boxes.

I didn't care about anything, but my mother insisted on wearing a mask to prevent her classmates from seeing her face.

She always regrets not giving me a better life. He refused to explain why he didn't give me a father.

It's a pity that I didn't take the unified exam. The teacher said that there are good people willing to help, and I hope I can live a little easier. As for the name, she cannot disclose it.

I am the youngest in my class. It seems that I haven't grown taller since I was twelve. Xue decided that I was malnourished, bought me more food, and even stole the bird's nest given to his father by others.

Sometimes he will deliberately bet me how many students there are in our class, and give me ten dollars if he loses.

I am willing to accept such lame charity. Because I know he is careful.

Qi Meisheng has always had a bad temper. Spoiled to the end is such a short temper. Skip class and go to the park to hold hands with boys, or wear dark eye makeup until the neon lights flash at night. The teacher called her parents many times, and every time it was her haggard mother. In my memory, her father has a pair of very gentle eyes, which is nothing like her domineering.

Xue and I were tired of sitting on the horizontal bar, so we shared his IPOD and an earphone. Anxious sunshine penetrates the leaves, and we are like two lost children who can't find their way, waiting for someone to pull us home in time.

Home, what is home?

If there is no warmth, a magnificent house is not a home.

Suddenly Xue hugged me and asked me if I had a warm home.

Who knows? I didn't realize the warmth until I saw Xue and Qi walking together.

He told me clearly about his troubles the day before. My father is rich and doesn't go home at night. My mother is addicted to playing mahjong all night.

That's all he said to me when he clearly said he was holding me.

Will time really change? Turn a teenager's clear eyes into a blur.

Can hugs lie? Blow a thin but spectacular oath and you'll be gone?

Fortunately, the hardships of life have made me no longer have any sustenance. Maybe a little, but not all. I haven't changed anything, no beautiful clothes, no secure and carefree life. I only have myself.

There is good news when I go home at night. My mother said excitedly that she would give birth to my father soon.

Those pleasures made her ecstatic. Like an oncoming light, bright enough, but the stinger can't open his eyes.

She gave me a father, but I should have a whole. But how can those traces of hard roads be a hole that can be filled back?

In the middle of the night, I do hand shadow on the wall. I can be a puppy and a kitten, but I can't make a gesture of missing Xue.

Nothing can be done.