Who will

Many years ago, at the school radio station, the announcer broadcasted an article of mine, “walking on the path in the field”. Until now, I still remember a sentence in the article: I really want to live a childhood. The happy and moving girl in the article has always been in my heart and never disappeared. When I was no longer young, I would still think of that young girl with a red and plain face, who was running wildly on the path of the field with a bunch of rape flowers, and would still want to live a childhood. But the years are always passing by casually. What you want to forget and don’t want to forget are just floating in dreams, stretching and rolling like clouds. Looking back, there was always a layer of light fog in my eyes, like dew shining in the boundless morning. Pushing open the window and opening the curtain, the beautiful sunshine poured down like a waterfall. In front of the rhombus mirror, the heart blooming like a flower can’t help asking myself quietly, is my youth still there, who witnessed my youth? Speechless, only the sunshine pouring like a waterfall in the spring breeze. No one will wait for you. Thinking of a touching episode in the TV series cliff, the young son of the hero Zhou Yi had no longer known this father who had been away from home for several years and worked as an undercover in the Japanese puppet army, but Sha duo, the lovely dog, recognized him and shouted gently and happily, rubbing his head hard. His beautiful wife stared at him from a distance, with persistent eyes and nostalgia, helpless and desolate later, the white dog chased after the hero’s car, while the little boy chased after the white dog, gradually moving away. In the horrible White years, the warmth and tenderness of the human years were rotating. My tears flowed down like that, filling the ravines and valleys of my heart. I thought that I had stopped my heart, and I thought that I had neglected my youth and my dream, I thought I would just let my emotions get drunk, but I didn’t think about the past but rushed like a tide. It turned out that all my memories were not only in dreams, but in my heart. But who will wait for you in the same place? The leading roles of all stories have changed. When the flowers bloom, they thank, when the sun rises and falls, when you laugh, I cry again, when I was broken like a glass man, but you didn’t know that you were still waiting. No one would wait for you in the same place, only your shadow, in the afterglow of the sunset, was like a net of 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…

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