Short memories of kindergarten
Middle school reunion and heart-to-heart talk
Sad parting at university
Entering society a thousand times
That first man
Will he still ride the original bamboo horse?
Come around the bed
Note: One night by chance, I dug out a book by Liu Yong and saw a phrase he wrote to me ten years ago when I was in the third year of high school. This made me impulsively write out my story to share with everyone, share our joy and our sorrow, because I know that whether it is sorrow or joy, those are the green years we have experienced, and they are the most precious wealth in each other's hearts. This wealth is called memories. . . . . .