Everything came very quickly and suddenly, and I was thinking that everything was predetermined and arranged, and that there was an omen for everything to evolve, such as about you.

At that time, we still liked to use paper to present our emotions, such as writing a diary, writing love letters, recording lyrics, etc., at that time, everyone would have a few small books of their own, bells and whistles, there were diaries, lyric books, and there would be special letter paper books, with a tear of the kind, with words to record their mood, sometimes like which singer's song will also be excerpted for collection, with various colors of colored pens new inscriptions. How much sorrow is there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains. Record these poems that will be distinctive, sprinkled, there will be words of different sizes, all kinds of fonts, all in all, it is bells and whistles, now I can't bear to look at the works at that time, but that belongs to my youth, we have the most love letters between Cao Ye and Liu Xin in a group of people, Liu Xin's good handwriting on paper can always make people feel refreshed, literacy and reading people is this reason.

I was a kid that year, and I would blush and be shy when I said a few words to others.

That year, I was a child, a lonely child who had no playmates and would play with bear dolls.

That year, I was a timid child who would hide behind my mother at night when it was dark and wait for my mother to turn on the lights.

That year, I was still a child, a child who would cry and cry at every turn when I was wronged.

At that time, I was a child, a quiet child who didn't like to talk.

That year, when I was still a child, I would ask for a child when I saw other people's children buy things.

That year, I was still a child, and my parents gave me a dollar to be happy.

That year, I was still a child, a stubborn child who refused to take medicine when I was sick, and refused to swallow it even though my parents forced me to give medication.

That year, I was a kid, a bad kid who would secretly smoke to satisfy his curiosity.

That year, I was still a child, a stupid child who would burn my hands when cooking and would paste the pot.

That year, I was a child, an innocent child who inadvertently stoned a chick to death, afraid of being scolded, and secretly got up to prevent his family from finding it.

That year, I was still a child, a black-bellied child who liked to talk to my grandmother.

That year, I was still a child, almost blocked by my relatives, and my heart was full of hatred.

That year, I was a sad child who lived at my grandmother's house and would secretly cry at night.

That year, I was still a child, and my parents couldn't be around to protect themselves, and I was a timid and cowardly stupid child who let others bully.

That year, when I was still a child, I mistook my good feelings for a crush on a child who didn't dry up.

That year, I was just a kid, a kid who didn't know bullshit.

In the passing years, there are many gains brought by growth, all kinds of things have paved the steps for us, standing on the shoulders of giants does not stand on the lessons of the truth, in short, it will not hurt particularly much, you always say that I am responsible for the world, but how many people in the world, and when have I been kind to me, what is the hegemony of the years, it doesn't matter in the long river of years, only memories can be kept.