[Youth Campus + First Person Memoir]
[Not systematic, not cool articles, real daily life!
Opening this yellowed "Charlie IX", there are still crooked pencil calligraphy written by her in first grade on the title page.
On the seventh day when I stayed in the wedding room, I dug out this book from an old cardboard box. The memory was suddenly brought back twenty years ago - that autumn, the girl who was as quiet as porcelain, and the maple leaf that fell on our heads at the same time.
Thinking back to the day we first met, she was sitting alone in a corner reading a novel, out of tune with the people playing around her.
The autumn breeze is slightly cool and the drizzle is heavy. We once again walked through the path we often walk. We have said goodbye countless times here with a smile, but this time, I couldn't laugh at all.
"It's been almost a year since you entered junior high school. How have you been lately?"
It turned out that they had been separated for a whole year.
I miss her so much.
I remember that autumn outing to the ginkgo forest. We stood back to back and looked up to count the leaves on the branches.
The notebook I gave her also contained the ginkgo leaf that she had picked out for a long time and said was the biggest and best.
She came back from Henan and her stay was very short. We only had a quick hot pot meal.
The summer solstice after the college entrance examination.
The brothers who had been watching for more than ten years said: "We have been beating you for ten years! The hard work pays off!"
