Memories of childhood-childhood playmates

The island city is misty and rainy like the south of the Yangtze River. It should have snowed but rained. Ding Younian's Spring Festival is destined to

Memories of childhood-childhood playmates

The island city is misty and rainy like the south of the Yangtze River. It should have snowed but rained. Ding Younian's Spring Festival is destined to be a different Spring Festival. It seems that too much rain is like a reunion of long-lost friends. There are always endless words, endless days, and there is always no intention of stopping. Think of an old friend and childhood playmate for many years, and remember that she is a girl next door. She is small and smart, with thick and short eyebrows, small and bright eyes, a round face, a sweet smile and a small and gentle voice. In fact, she is as stubborn and naughty as a boy in her bones. But there is always a feeling that people can't forget at a glance.

I don't remember when (what grade) she left. I only know that we were both very young at that time, and her father was working in other places. After her grandfather died, she moved to the city where her father worked with her parents and brothers. I don't remember anything unforgettable with her, but it seems to be just a dull understanding. It may be like or envy, or it may be other reasons, but sometimes I always want to know something about her.

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? One day, I accidentally found a group of "childhood friends" in my mobile phone. I don't know who built it. It's really good and creative. As a result, a classmate dragged me in and accidentally found many childhood friends I hadn't seen for more than 20 years, including the clouds I often thought of. Because I haven't seen you for years and I don't know you very well, maybe she doesn't remember me like this. Anyway, after knowing some news about her, I seem to have realized a certain wish and felt much calmer. I know everyone is fine, so I won't bother you, because once something is said, it may destroy the original beauty. No matter what kind of childhood and unhappiness we experienced as children, it is beautiful to think about it now.

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I planned to go home for four days during the Spring Festival, but I only stayed for one and a half days, and then I hurried back. Maybe god has arranged it. On the afternoon when I came back, my classmates and childhood playmates whom I hadn't seen for many years actually had a small meeting, perhaps by accident or on purpose. When I look at my mobile phone at night, I find there are many photos in it, but there are many familiar and unfamiliar faces in the photos. After long thinking, I finally recognized them one by one. Time makes people old. The innocent and lovely face of childhood, after years of baptism, has become mature and stable, with a successful career, full of different stories, and is no longer those immature children.

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Looking back, it has been more than twenty years in a blink of an eye. How many twenty years can a short life look back? I dare not look or think. Life is always going through ups and downs, no matter how many years after silence, you may not know when it will be silent again. All emotions in the world are bound by fate, and what time and identity they should appear has long been doomed. Cherish it anyway, because in this life, we will only meet, get to know each other and know each other.

Life is like four seasons. We have gone through spring and summer, but now we are on the edge of early autumn. We are still trying to protect the field that is not very rich but belongs to us. Although the land is thin and scarce, it is still beautiful.

The thin field is uncultivated, and some people contend.

Manage your own fields, and harvest depends on management.