In 2016, under the blue sky, dust was flying in the sunshine.
The sounds of children laughing and playing could be heard in my ears, and the tattered radio in the distance resounded throughout the village.
I was lying in front of the small stone altar at my grandma's house, writing my homework. The sunset reflected on the worn-out road, casting golden stripes.
The small shop selling hot spicy soup at the entrance of the village was full of people on the steamy road at six o'clock, and the summer night was extremely hot and there was a power outage. Colorful plastic bags were in the hands of classmates at the intersection after school, and a copy of "Charlie IX" was passed around in the classroom.
Now that we are young and mature, we are parting in a sea of people, but we have never thought:
It turns out that it was those little moments that formed the picture that kept me thinking...
Local literature, emotional development is slow
Mixed with family affection and friendship
Coordinates in the Central Plains of Henan Province in the north
No literary or artistic level, healing article
Purpose: To commemorate the good times that have passed
