In the football match the day before, the girls lost miserably. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but because of the disparity in strength between the two sides, the teachers reassigned the team, and finally played a double "flat foot"

of the picture.

The sun is good, the treasure in the quilt is sleeping with his head covered, today is a good day to sleep lazy, my parents are not at home, no one is called to get up and cherish the treasure and be happy.

Probably because the stomach was unwilling to be lonely and screamed for a while, Xibao was really tired and got up, and after cleaning himself, he went to the kitchen to find food.

And then what?

Gu Xibao stared at the fish tank in the living room for a while, the goldfish swam around in the tank, chasing each other for a while, rolling up and down for a while, or quietly staying among the water and grass to agitate the gills.

Listening to Pei Xuanya say that the memory of the fish is only seven seconds, Xibao didn't believe it, so for a while, Xibao stared at the little fish in front of the fish tank every day, and asked stupidly: "Do you really not remember me?"

These strange behaviors made Gu's father find out, and when he learned that she was bothered by this question, he told her that if he wanted to know the answer, he had to investigate it himself.

Xibao found the answer through various methods, and if there were no books around her that could be found, she checked it on the Internet, and websites with different opinions abounded.

But in the end, the result was that the scientist's experiment confirmed that the memory of the fish is more than seven seconds, and "the memory of the fish is only seven seconds"

This phrase is just a beautiful fairy tale, so that it can quickly forget its troubles and be happy forever.

What about my memory?

From the time I was able to remember when I was a child to the present, how many things have I remembered and how many things have I forgotten?

Who did I know and who I forgot?

Xibao took some fish food and put it in the fish tank, and saw that the little fish quickly came up to feed and walked away with a smile, and I was going to look for my memory.

In the drawer on the left side of the desk in the room, there is Gu Xibao's diary since she started writing, Gu's mother put them all away for her, but Xibao never looked at them.

"XXXX year, March 1st, today my mother fried me super delicious New Year's gao. ”

"XXXX year, April 15th, today Dad said to me, baby, you are such a good boy. ”

"xxxx years ......"

Xibao smiled and cried, Gu Xibao, you were born a foodie, either your mother made this for you or your father made that food for you, either grandma boasted or grandpa took you to play, really.

。

。

But it's normal to be in the second grade.

Look at the fourth-grade ones, the span is a bit big, but it shouldn't be so funny.

"Today is my birthday, my mother cooked me a bowl of longevity noodles, she said to eat a piece of noodles in one bite so that I can live a long and healthy life, but this noodles are really long, so long, sucking my cheeks are bulging!"

I couldn't stop reading the first paragraph of the treasure, not to mention the small illustrations of cakes and candles at the back, even if the painting was beautiful, but the cake looked like a puddle of colorful mud.

After she finished reading the entire five diaries, she felt that she was growing day by day, and her words were improving accordingly.

When I put away my diary and put it in the drawer, a marble rolled out, and when I held it in my hand, it was a transparent marble comparable to the size of a lychee, and when I held it to the sun, it could refract colorful light.

This marble was given by the Kirin, and there were still a few children lingering in the alley at sunset, and the game of marbles was nearing its end, and the Kirin won the last trophy with this marble.

Then he returned the small marbles he had won before to the little boys who were full of tears on their faces, and then threw the loot to Gu Xibao without care, "Keep it well." ”

"It turned out that what I had forgotten all along, it turned out to be a unicorn. ”

Xibao put the marbles back in the drawer again, and the soft sound seemed to seal the memories and the childhood time that could not be returned again.