No one has called me a little girl for a long time, and there are all kinds of feelings in my heart. I, who always regard myself as an 'old man', have a touch of joy in my heart. That person, who has never left a trace in my memory, but after I reminded him, he clearly remembered who I was, a junior high school student, a Chongqing girl. The three tags seem to let me go through the blink of an eye and return to the beauty and simplicity of junior high school. And now I am in college, and I have become an aunt in the mouth of my children.
Youth is always beautiful. So, after all, I was hypocritical to open the memory of time, and all kinds of tastes came to mind. I used to practice it all the time, but since I couldn't keep it, I just let it go and let it disappear with a breeze. But this is obviously self-deception, and I always like to deceive myself. So he became a person who didn't even dare to face his memory. Sweet, I will be sad that it has passed away; sad, I will grieve again. And memories, there is only pain left.
Gradually, I thought I had turned myself into a person with no past. However, it turns out that just because you don't touch something doesn't mean it will disappear. Time flies, it is dissipating something, but it also leaves something. And it has carved a deep mark in my life, can not be lost, can not be abandoned.
So, let those traces exist. Leisure time, turn out a little bit of aftertaste, sigh that things have changed, then naive and crazy, isn't it fun?
Author: kimchi is poisonous
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