I've always wanted to find a suitable metaphor for the various stages of life. Later, my life was divided into: childhood, junior high school, high school, college, and the world when I grew up.

Childhood is like a cartoon: in the simple text, there is a big truth hidden, but children only like cute cartoon characters.

Junior high school is like a drama: we all started to find our own roles, and we all wanted to play them well and be recognized.

High school is like a movie: every frame is for the next second.

University Like a MV: Spelling out a beautiful picture with memory.

The world when I grow up is like a script: everyone is born with a good role, some are excellent, some are mediocre. Words have no emotion, they are all on their own.

The first mobile phone I owned was a copycat phone that my mother bought for me, a white flip cover. On the day I received my acceptance letter, my mom bought it for me as a reward.

It's no exaggeration to say that I held my phone for two whole days, and it's strange to think about it now, the mobile phone at that time obviously didn't have any functions. The memory of the mobile phone is very small, and I have to buy a memory card, and my memory occupies the most music. So far, MP3 has been eliminated.

I still use QQ to write logs and save photos. However, in the past, QQ was written for others to see, but now it is for yourself.

A lot of QQ friends have been deleted.,Some even if you keep it.,Maybe the other party doesn't need it.,Those gray avatars have never been lit up in any kind of night and day.。

An Luo was my first QQ friend, and he added it himself after I applied for QQ.

There is nothing in his QQ space except for friend messages. He seems to be a very boring person, yes, it turns out that I am not mistaken, he is really a very boring person.

Later, QQ friends unconsciously increased, and I had more than 300 at most, of course, most of them didn't know each other.

There was a time when "stealing vegetables" was particularly popular in the space, and I forgot exactly what that game was called, anyway, I added a bunch of friends just to steal vegetables.

There is also a part from the "drifting bottle", I like it a lot, the person who designed this must be very romantic, the translucent bottle, containing all kinds of wishes.

In this big world, if you meet a small wish, if you are lucky, you will encounter a coincidence that you have the same desire.

An Luo sent me a QQ message the day before she left, making an appointment to meet in the small park next to my house.

He told me which school he was going to, and he already knew which one I was, because I had already posted it in space.

Although I knew that it would be difficult for us to be in the same school with the difference in grades, I was still looking forward to the next three years. He was a little disappointed when he said the name of the school, but he was also happy for him.

But I think it's all in City A, and you can play together on weekends, but you can quickly wash away that little bit of loss.

We talked a lot that day, at least more than ever, and I seemed to get acquainted with An Luo again, a person who was actually not cold. About his family, about his dreams.

His parents love each other, his mother is a housewife, and she always accompanies her husband, and although his father is strict with him, he does not stop him from pursuing his dreams. As for his dream, to paint, I know.

His light became clearer and clearer in his speech, deeply stinging my dark inferiority.

So he asked me: What about you? , I would unconsciously step back. It's like breaking into a world that doesn't belong to me, where all the good things are in front of me, and I'm extremely ugly.

He spoke plainly, but every word was like a knife that pierced my fragile and pitiful self-esteem.

"It's time for me to go home for dinner, and I'll get in touch with City A." I said with a smile that was ugly without even thinking about it.

I really made a very bad excuse, at three o'clock in the afternoon, I don't know if it was lunch or dinner.

But I have such a magical ability: the wrong path is always chosen, and the excuse is always the worst.

Tossing and turning before going to bed at night, he always felt that he should apologize to An Luo, he was probably confused, but I don't know how to say it, I can't say that I am jealous of God's unfairness.

After thinking about it for a long time, I sent him a message: "Are you there?" ”

"Hmm"

"I'm sorry, I got the wrong nerve in my head today, but now I'm back on track."

"I thought you were really hungry."

"Uh~ Then you're not angry, huh?"

"Don't be angry."

"That's good, then we'll see you in City A."

"Okay."

My friend said that An Luo's life dictionary must be only half of ours, because he speaks quite economically. I agree.

I don't have any lofty ideals, I just want to live carefree, safe and happy. The only thing to pursue is freedom.

When I was in junior high school, my teacher asked us to write an essay entitled "My Dream".

Among the great dreams of being an astronaut, a police officer, a doctor, a teacher, etc., my dream is to be a bird that flies all over the world.

"I want to be a bird, a bird that can fly all the time without getting tired, and only stop when I want to.

Not afraid of the summer heat, not afraid of the winter cold.

Fly over the mountains and the sea, and see all the beautiful scenery in the picture with your eyes.

If there really is another world, I would like to fly to hell and heaven to see evil and good......"

That was the only time my essay was criticized by my teacher as a negative textbook: it was seriously off-topic, disorganized, ....... The teacher also left me a lovely comment on the text: the topic is dreams, not fantasies.

My junior high school came to an end in my ignorance. It's the kind of very bland unforgettable. It's like the dream I wrote about that only I understand. Memories are only enough to move oneself.

In this drama, everyone is their own protagonist, someone else's A, B, C, D.

All the laughter and tears remain in that three years that can never be returned. We take a curtain call on regrets and longings.