What caught my mind was the dime coins that had fallen out of my pocket, and if I had been in the past, I would have left them in a corner or drawer, but this time, I picked them up and remembered a man from a long time ago. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was still in my immature childhood, I was going to be late for a taxi to school, on the way the driver also took another girl from the same school as me, it was such a casual and ordinary encounter, let me remember it to this day, when I got off the car, I took out the prepared five dollars and handed it to the driver, and the girl proposed that this journey was taken by the two of us together, should only pay half, of course, at that time I had drifted away, I don't know, this girl later succeeded in persuading the driver, But her behavior is unforgettable for me.

In all fairness, aside from face, financial ability, and attitude to life, I have had a lot of strangers in the past ten years, but there is only one person who said this to the driver, and she left me with a wonderful feeling, which touched me to this day.

I once mentioned this to someone who was very important to me, and expressed regret that I had never seen such a girl again, and she was the owner of these coins.

A dime coin in life, what an inconspicuous thing, maybe few modern people will really treat it as currency, and I suddenly remembered that she always seems to have sorted out these inconspicuous coins and gross bills, and when I buy things for less embarrassing cents, she can always take out these "emergency" money.

The scenes in my memories keep coming, and it seems that I have always taken many things for granted and are no longer ordinary things, but now that I think about it, there are many things that are worth savoring.

How would it feel if you never saw someone again?

The first time I had this feeling, it was the death of a person I had known for many years, and I didn't like to call it a good friend or brother for a reason, so I defined her as someone I had known for many years.

Every time I think of never seeing her again, I always think of her bits and pieces, at that time, there were not a few people who wrote a diary to commemorate her, and now these people are afraid that they have forgotten her, I was the same as now, just silently remembered in my heart, never forgotten, and did not want to mention it.

Later, the death of my grandmother made me face such grief, you can only feel the existence of a person through memories, such a thing is too bleak.

When I was young, I didn't understand why the ancients would be sad because of some trivial things, leaving a work of feelings, although I appreciated the good sentences they left, but I always felt that this was a bit of a new word to say sad, but the dawn of the autumn meaning.

When I went to the south of the Yangtze River to see the scenery of the water town in my dream, and burst into tears in the company of the moonlight and evening breeze in the small bridge and flowing water, I really felt that there may be some things in this world that cannot be empathized.

Thinking back to when I was a student, how many times I had cheered because of the holidays, only once a little thing delayed the trip, and I became one of the last people to leave school.

Looking at the silent campus, empty classrooms, I will be inexplicably sentimental, I have always liked those ancient civilizations that have disappeared and destroyed, among which the Aztec civilization that believes in Quetzalcoatl is the most, at this time, the cycle of life and death, the gradually deserted campus and the ancient civilization that disappeared in the long river of history, but there is a bit of the same beauty.

I once got an improvisation topic, and the title I finally set was "Butterflies can't fly in the sea, and infatuation can't go to the end of the world." At that time, it was really just to cope, but I didn't expect that after many days, I sighed that this was a rare and excellent idea and inspiration, and now I can completely rewrite this article, but I can no longer find the feeling of that moment.

"There are loquat trees in the garden, and I planted them in the year of my wife's death, and now they are like a pavilion." This is the most memorable sentence that once appeared in the ancient text "Xiang Zhi Xuan Zhi" in high school textbooks, once upon a time, I was also distressed because I had to recite this awkward article, even if I was able to recite fluently at that time, there was no trace of touch, but later returned to the elementary school campus, revisited the old place, and saw that the trees I had carved were still alive, and the ghost reminded me of this sentence, and I really felt the wonder of it.

"At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back in the clouds." This is one of my favorite poems at one time, just the first sentence, it is enough to hook up endless reverie, plus the latter sentence, it makes me powerless to resist, combined with my own experience to talk about, I don't know how many bright moons shine in my life, but often at the time I don't think so, only when I look back on the past will I fall into a sad situation, this is probably a concept that the world likes to talk about, only lose to know how to cherish, I don't know if it's about the inferior nature of human beings or something else, in short, I don't want to delve into it, singleThe word "at that time" is enough to taste for a long time.

No matter how deep the scars, they will always heal eventually, but regret is different, which is often irreparable in a lifetime.

And I associate regret with a poem.

At that time, it was just ordinary!