The whole winter vacation was shrouded in the pain of the uncle's serious illness, and he was not happy for many years, and he himself thought that he just had hepatitis, and after chemotherapy, the whole person's mental state was much better, after all, not depressed is the best medicine to fight the disease.

It's finally time to start school, and not having to stay at home and live in that heavy atmosphere every day is really a relief for me. Bad things, especially things that don't want it to happen, the first reaction is to avoid and stay away, so it's the best, not to see it.

I also know in my heart that what should come will come, but I really don't want to think about it anymore.

When I returned to school, I saw everyone's lively and lovely smiling faces, and I was a lot more energetic.

It's good that school is back in school and spring is coming.

After a while, it's my birthday again, and this time I want to make a wish, I hope that my uncle can be healthy, health is a blessing, the world is big, and life is the greatest.

You always have to experience some bad things to know that life is precious and have the consciousness of cherishing life.

Holding the pen in your hand, looking at the books piled up in front of you, as well as this congested classroom, the students who are struggling together, often the sunshine outside the window, feel the cold wind of spring, some flowers bloom early, and the wind is sandwiched with a faint fragrance of flowers, at this time, you will feel that life is full of hope.

We are all just children, we have only lived for more than ten years, many things have not been experienced, and there are many things that have been experienced, but we don't understand, even if we understand a little bit of the skin, but it is not deep enough, so we are not very good at expressing it.

There is still a pattern to follow when it comes to growth.

Last semester, in the secret crush or love that everyone ignores each other, I learned that youth is always exciting, and there is always youth.

But at this time, I was either sick or on the verge of death, and I felt the autumn and cold winter of life. There are cycles in the four seasons, and the sun rises every day, but people will always have a certain winter in life, and there will be no spring.

Joy, anger, sorrow, thunder, rain and dew are all gifts of life, good or bad, frank or not, willing or unwilling, all have to be accepted silently.

Youth is capital, I have seen other people's cold winter wax moon, I just want to hurry up and take advantage of my youth, learn more, and realize my dreams as soon as possible, fortunately I still have the opportunity to start again.

In this way, when the old class stood on the podium with a thick math textbook in his hand, his obscure technical terms became less embarrassing in an instant, but felt very relaxed.

Perhaps, the concept has changed, the mentality has changed, and the mood and mood have also changed.

This is not big, but it is not small to say that it is not small Mountain Middle School, Lingnan Junior High School, and before I know it, I have been living here for a year and a half.

At that time, I thought that time would pass very slowly, but I didn't expect it to be as Zhuangzi said: "In the world of life, if the white horse passes through the gap, it will be sudden." ”

Time flies really fast, when I was in elementary school, I always felt that the days were very slow, and from the morning, I was looking forward to the end of class, looking forward to the small games that I had with my friends after school.

Occasionally, everyone gets together to play badminton, jump squares, and jump rubber bands, and happily play for half a day, from school to before dark.

In my memory, the craziest thing I ever did was when I was in the fourth grade, following the girl in our class who was like a bully, after class, I went to the school gate to buy a hot dog for one yuan a piece, and the two of us walked to the path behind the school while eating, which was a wilderness with uneven terrain.

Near the school, there were a few small low mud houses with black tile roofs, and the corners of the whole houses were rusty and very old, looking to be in disrepair and somewhat badly collapsed.

There is a low wall almost two meters high, and there are stone piers next to it.

If you want to go to the back, you have to take a long detour.

She figured out a way to climb the stone pier to the high wall, and then jumped down again.

Seeing her nimbly hugging the stone pier and kicking it up, I was eager to try and climb the low wall like her.

She flew briskly down the low wall, very skillfully moving, and stood firmly when she landed.

She shouted at me below, "Jump, if you're afraid to jump with your eyes closed." ”

The first time I jumped such a high wall, I was scared, but now that I'm in this place, I have to go down no matter what, it's the same height inside and out, gritting my teeth, closing my eyes, staring at my feet, I also flew down, fortunately I stood very steady, and I didn't get hurt or anything.

For the first time, I experienced the feeling of "weightlessness", which should be the closest feeling to flying, although this process is only a few seconds, but the feeling of weightlessness is remembered by my legs, so far, in my dreams, from time to time I can dream of myself soaring in the sky.

Inside the wall is a huge factory building, neatly made of red bricks and black tiles, column after column.

I looked curiously at the beautiful scenery and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

She patted the ash on her hand and said, "Let's go, take you to a fun place." ”

There are no security guards around the factory, maybe it's because it's time to get off work.

I followed her around a few houses, and she pointed to the one next to her, and said to me with a smile: "This one is full of rice, but it's fun, it's piled up high, like a maze, we can go in and play hide and hide." ”

The black gate was constricted, the kind of chain, no more, no less, leaving no gaps for less than one person. She and I were both on the skinny side, and we could get in on our sideways.

As soon as I entered this "secret base", I was greeted by rows of tired and tall snakeskin bags, which were full of rice, twisting and turning, and indeed looked like a labyrinth.

We two little kids really played hide and seek in it.

A person stands in place with his back, a person finds a place to hide, and when he can't find it, he can only "meow" and scream, and the two people have a lot of fun.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening scared the two of us, and we slipped into a hidden place to hide, covering our mouths and not daring to say anything, for fear of being discovered.

It was two workers in dark blue coats who came in with carts to carry the grain, and we hid behind them, watching the two of them warily.

After a while, the two people pushed a few bags of grain and left, and when they were far away, the two stood in place, looking at each other and smiling silly.

Thinking about it this way, the non-gray places in my childhood are all related to this cute little bully, every time after school, she would pull me around, and then go to her house to do my homework, and after writing, she would ride that delicate little bicycle to carry me and send me home.

The two of them were enjoying the refreshing breeze on the wide field road, humming the theme song of their favorite cartoon, so happy.

Later, she changed schools, and I was back to being a good child.

The bell rang at the end of class, interrupting my memories and looking at my classmates playing outside the window, which made me miss that cute childhood friend even more.

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