A long memory

Youth is beautiful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoChildhood was naïve. Over my childhood. A childhood that doesn't know whether it is bitter or happy. It's in such an ethereal era. As I entered adolescence, I soon began to enjoy the joy that youth brought me. So, I had fun playing and laughing. It's a little flattering to laugh. My lonely childhood was also my happiest childhood. As an adolescent, I was mature, enthusiastic, and blooming like a rose. The flower pickers were around me, and there were many people who watched the flowers, and some of them were also quietly waiting for his warm rose.

Youth is only once for everyone. And it is short and beautiful, many people let her stay forever, because she is a girl, and they don't want Fanghua to slip away. There are even some people who want to let their youth shine in their youth. Make her charming and showy. Make her extraordinary. Of course, whether this is a bit high-profile at this time. And my youth passed by in laughter. I wanted her to be more scared and energetic. so that she will live forever above her youth. Make her beautiful and shine.

But I'm a playful child. I remember when I was a kid with an uncle who specialized in IQ testing (he was a doctor, and every kid in our school had to go) and he told my dad that this kid was very smart but too playful. Perhaps, it's because of this. My youth was torn between loving and being loved, laughing with a passionate heart, and basking in the wind and sun. Move freely between the mountains and forests.

The old man on the side of the road immediately caught my eye. When an old man I hadn't seen for many years suddenly appeared in front of me, my heart was even more shocked. Standing in front of the mirror. Is this still the same me I used to be? I was constantly looking for the marks of my old age in front of the mirror. But I couldn't find any of them. Because I can't remember every minute, what I was like every second ago, and what I was like in the midst of degeneration.

My eyes wander on the child. That's fast! Little by little, the child grows up and grows taller. And that very small scene is never fresh and clear in memory. I've been there all these years. What is my soul looking for, my mind? It's busy with the world. Current events, or facts. And then what else, everything is multiplied. It's tired. Still tired or some kind of stubbornness.

It's fun to be a part of it. Blame it and know its taste.

What does it mean to be busy and content in your own state. No medicine. (colorless, odorless)

Empty, soothing, this paragraph is blank, recalling this long time, long but not far away, but nothing is found. All that's left is a youthful dialogue.