Life

The third memory of Collection: Open the stamp book, open the box, pieces of hard matchboxes, pieces of rich stamps, lighters one by one, and present them one by one. Walking from the depth of time, I was speechless to describe the dusty memories one by one, the stories of time one by one, a different mood and a period of time that could not be recovered. There is always the image of a young girl floating in front of us, which seems to touch the simple busyness, simple happiness and simple loneliness of those years. On a bright sunny day and a warm afternoon, the Sun splashed on the desk through the window glass. Sitting in front of the desk, doing homework, reading extra-curricular books and looking at these collections in the corner of the desk. Tired, tired, look out of the window, blue sky and white clouds, green and lush, leaves swaying. How many afternoons a young girl has spent in such a state. That kind of purity and happiness is no longer available now. Each of these objects depicts a period of annual rings. Ignorance flows in the beautiful stamps, and youth slides through the shiny surface of the lighter. I have carefully collected it, and I have been reluctant to discard it. I cherish it infinitely. It is not only the object itself, but also a collection of my feelings and happiness in the passing time. How many times, sitting in front of the articles of time, staring at the road of youth when you come. At this moment, the clock stops. Time, youth and purity are not in books, but attached to this piece and one piece. They cover the changes of time, hide the passing of time, hide beside themselves, wait for themselves to open them, recall and recall. When I opened them, the objects were as fresh as before, glittering and vivid. One by one, they told me the stories of Green years silently, telling me the simple happiness of a young girl. Closing them seems to cover a period of unforgettable time and collect a story of time. If we say that it was a simple collection at the beginning, then now we are collecting an unforgettable period of time, a simple happiness, a simple mood and a story of time. They are far away from themselves and can never come back. I can only recall, sigh and look forward to these things. Candy paper, cigarette paper, lost when lost, unfortunately, unfortunately, will not come back. As time goes by, youth is no longer there, and the story of time can only be left in the time like water, which cannot flow back. If you can save it well, you can only save your mood and happiness. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…