The years of sealing the volume have been as light as autumn water. The water of memory is shallow, overflowing with memory, with sweetness, with warmth, through the years like water, counting the petals mixed with the sound of growth, and after several fragrances. What do those memories look like today? She struggled to piece together the fragments of memories in her mind that she didn't care about, so she caressed the wheels of time to find the photos that carried the memories......

A car sped by, honking through the empty room. After all the advice, the mother finally left. The girl wrapped in a thick scarf was still wandering around her room to see if anything was missing, "No, nothing is missing, nothing is missing," the girl muttered. She stood there, deciding not to think about the time she had spent here. But on the desk against the wall, a thick photo album lies quietly under the lamp, and the cover is very delicate and has a classical charm. She gently flipped through the albums: some of them were from a long time ago, slightly faded, and some were even slightly yellowed, neatly arranged. It chronicles the long and short decades of her life, and all the important people she is determined to remember forever are in this little album.

She slowly pulled out the first photo, which was a yellowed but still clearly recognizable one. Wipe it gently, lay it flat on the desk, and turn on the lamp next to it to you to look at it carefully.

The first is her grandmother: the one with whom she has the deepest feelings and the most profound influence on her. Because her parents went out to look for work when she was very young, and they grew up with her since she was a child. There is also a line written on the back of the photo: Childhood. The most important person in elementary school.

At the age of 3, she went to kindergarten, and her small and strong back made people feel happy and a little sad when they saw it. After a whole day of parting, after school, I saw my grandmother's figure, and I rushed away happily, threw myself into my grandmother's arms, and said with a childish attitude: "Grandma, I miss you." At that moment, she felt like her grandmother was embracing the whole world in her arms. At the age of 7, she went to elementary school, and finally walked into the school gate, and her life opened a new chapter. Unexpectedly, this was also the first step for her to leave her loved ones. From the first day of separation from her loved ones to the later habitual habits, she gradually found that school life was the life she liked more.

She gently closed the memory of her grandmother for a moment.

Then, she carefully pulled out a second photo - Mom. The speeding car made her immersed in what her mother was looking forward to at the door.

At the age of 13, she went to junior high school, and the school was far away from home, so she began to live in the school and could only go back once a week. My mother would always stand at the door, watching other students pass by the door, hoping for the familiar figure to appear, and many times, my mother would return disappointed. Later, when there was less time to go home, she was worried, she was even more afraid, afraid that time would cruelly erase the most beautiful voice that her mother had left in her heart. In her impression, her mother was a typical housewife, and there was nothing extraordinary. However, she has learned a lot from her mother, if a woman's natural duty is to teach her son, she has always believed that her mother is doing a good job, because in addition to loving her, she will occasionally "hit" her when she is naughty, but it is "hit in my body, pain in my mother's heart", mother

I always want to give her the best.

Looking at it, her eyes were gradually moistening, and she picked up the other two photos with a somewhat trembling hand.

In the crowded carriage, an old man who was a little old but still in good spirits was her grandfather. At the age of 16, she started high school. She had to go back to school on Sunday, and she caught a cold, and even though her grandfather had called the homeroom teacher to ask for leave, she insisted on going back to school because he was worried that her grandfather would send her back to school. At this time, she saw it in her eyes, but she was moved in her heart, and she couldn't say how sad she was, because she couldn't bear it too much. All this time has passed, but the scene is still clear.

Another photo shows the back of another man - his father. The rain was dripping, and his mind was back to that rainy summer.

At the age of 19, she left high school and was about to start her college. Her father rushed home from out of town to take her to school, handled everything according to the process, and left the school after she took care of everything. Lonely back, indescribable sadness, at this time, she couldn't help it anymore, I don't know if it was the rain that blurred her vision or the tears that moved her. The words on the back of the photograph were written in a black pen, and she could no longer read clearly at this point, because everything in front of her was blurry. It is clearly written in bold letters: Turning Point | Moving. In parentheses at the end it is written "the beginning of the university", which is enough to say it all!

She picked up the tiny photographs, looked at them, kissed them, and carefully laid them out and placed them in the most prominent place in her wallet. Writing them down and never forgetting that everything is in her head is probably the best way to do it. In those few minutes, she relived her last twenty years.

Instead of being sad about what had passed, she shook her long hair, looked up, and smiled happily. She has tasted the greatest happiness that life has ever given her.

The years of sealing the volume have been as light as autumn water. The water of memory is shallow, overflowing with memory, with sweetness, with warmth, through the years like water, counting the petals mixed with the sound of growth, and after several fragrances. What do those memories look like today? She struggled to piece together the fragments of memories in her mind that she didn't care about, so she caressed the wheels of time to find the photos that carried the memories......

A car sped by, honking through the empty room. After all the advice, the mother finally left. The girl wrapped in a thick scarf was still wandering around her room to see if anything was missing, "No, nothing is missing, nothing is missing," the girl muttered. She stood there, deciding not to think about the time she had spent here. But on the desk against the wall, a thick photo album lies quietly under the lamp, and the cover is very delicate and has a classical charm. She gently flipped through the albums: some of them were from a long time ago, slightly faded, and some were even slightly yellowed, neatly arranged. It chronicles the long and short decades of her life, and all the important people she is determined to remember forever are in this little album.

She slowly pulled out the first photo, which was a yellowed but still clearly recognizable one. Gently wipe and spread flat on the desk, with it

Turn on the lamp next to it with your hand and take a closer look.

The first is her grandmother: the one with whom she has the deepest feelings and the most profound influence on her. Because her parents went out to look for work when she was very young, and they grew up with her since she was a child. There is also a line written on the back of the photo: Childhood. The most important person in elementary school.

At the age of 3, she went to kindergarten, and her small and strong back made people feel happy and a little sad when they saw it. After a whole day of parting, after school, I saw my grandmother's figure, and I rushed away happily, threw myself into my grandmother's arms, and said with a childish attitude: "Grandma, I miss you." At that moment, she felt like her grandmother was embracing the whole world in her arms. At the age of 7, she went to elementary school, and finally walked into the school gate, and her life opened a new chapter. Unexpectedly, this was also the first step for her to leave her loved ones. From the first day of separation from her loved ones to the later habitual habits, she gradually found that school life was the life she liked more.

She gently closed the memory of her grandmother for a moment.

Then, she carefully pulled out a second photo - Mom. The speeding car made her immersed in what her mother was looking forward to at the door.

At the age of 13, she went to junior high school, and the school was far away from home, so she began to live in the school and could only go back once a week. My mother would always stand at the door, watching other students pass by the door, hoping for the familiar figure to appear, and many times, my mother would return disappointed. Later, when there was less time to go home, she was worried, she was even more afraid, afraid that time would cruelly erase the most beautiful voice that her mother had left in her heart. In her impression, her mother was a typical housewife, and there was nothing extraordinary. However, she has learned a lot from her mother, if a woman's natural duty is to teach her father, she has always believed that her mother is doing a good job, because in addition to loving her, she will occasionally "hit" her when she is naughty, but it is "hit in my body, pain in my mother's heart", and my mother always wants to give her the best......

Looking at it, her eyes were gradually moistening, and she picked up the other two photos with a somewhat trembling hand.

In the crowded carriage, an old man who was a little old but still in good spirits was her grandfather. At the age of 16, she started high school. She had to go back to school on Sunday, and she caught a cold, and even though her grandfather had called the homeroom teacher to ask for leave, she insisted on going back to school because he was worried that her grandfather would send her back to school. At this time, she saw it in her eyes, but she was moved in her heart, and she couldn't say how sad she was, because she couldn't bear it too much. All this time has passed, but the scene is still clear.

Another photo shows the back of another man - his father. The rain was dripping, and his mind was back to that rainy summer.

At the age of 19, she left high school and was about to start her college. Her father rushed home from out of town to take her to school, handled everything according to the process, and left the school after she took care of everything. Lonely back, indescribable sadness, at this time, she couldn't help it anymore, I don't know if it was the rain that blurred her vision or the tears that moved her. The words on the back of the photo were written in black pen, and she could no longer read them clearly......

https:

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is .. Mobile version reading URL: m.