Memories of Seaside Town

When I was a child, my father's workplace was located in the mountains. Every time I went there, I had to drive on a very winding mountain road. It is actually a small yard in a large forest, but there is a computer room. Every day in the forest, I bury the bodies of birds that were electrocuted on wires in the soil (it's a bit perverted when you think about it carefully). I also once picked up an injured sparrow. Several children took turns taking care of it, and then released it back into the forest. When I get tired of playing outside, I play Plants vs. Zombies on the computer. At that time, there was a young lady I particularly liked. She was two or three years older than me. She was very gentle and took us to pick up mushrooms and read books. Later, my father's work unit moved to the city and he was never seen again. Now in high school, I wonder how she is doing now. It's really refreshing to read this kind of article. When I look at Lucien, I can think of that young lady. I burst into tears while reading it.

During my childhood, my parents and my family of five lived in a very old faculty community. When we talked about the community, we would call it "the courtyard." When I was a child, my world was both big and small. Next to the faculty and staff community, which occupied less than one-third of a normal community, was the former campus of a university. There is a large abandoned playground here, paved with cinder-like black stones, and wild grass growing in the middle of the playground. There are many teaching buildings surrounding the playground, and behind the library there is a very small garden with cherry blossom trees and green grass like leeks. I have a close childhood friend who lives in the building next door and is a year younger than me. She and I played together from childhood to junior high school, running around the deserted campus and occasionally going to the senior citizen activity room in the yard to watch the grandfathers play cards. Later, I moved out of the yard and lived with my parents in another community, where my grandparents still lived. I am now a senior in college, and the memories of my childhood are so vivid, as if the people and scenery in my memory have not changed. When I went home at the end of last year, I went to my grandparents' place for dinner and chatted about Grandpa So-and-so and Grandma So-and-so whom I hadn't seen for a long time. Then I found out that they were all dead. My childhood playmate's grandparents were also dead. She and her parents had moved out. The senior citizen activity room was now vacant. The university retirement office asked my grandpa to help with the janitor, so my grandpa raised some small animals in the activity room and the yard. Of course, I didn't know this at the time. I asked my grandpa, is it because he still goes to the activity room to play chess? He said he was going to feed the chickens and cats. Grandma said that some of the old men who played chess before had died and some had moved out. There was no one playing chess in the activity room for a long time. I didn't know what to say at the time. Life is really cruel. It gives us such a beautiful past, but it also gives us memories after everything is over. If I hadn't become indifferent and forgetful now, I really don't know how I would move towards the future. The sparkling memories in my mind are now slowly fading like the harm caused by tidal syndrome. When I read this article, I didn't cry, but my body was shaking and my eyes were extremely sour. Is this life? "Finally I sat alone Pitch black, flesh and bone Couldn't believe that you were gone Now you look like yourself But you are somebody else And it ain't be on the surface"

Unexpectedly, I shed tears... As a person with facial paralysis who has dry tear ducts all year round, when I read this article, the synapses in my mind occasionally strayed to my childhood... Some incredibly sincere, rare and fleeting feelings... Thank you, madam, for such a beautiful article. And thank you to my wife for constantly challenging various writing methods. Compare your heart!

Like the sunshine in the old days, it's not dazzlingly golden, but a little gray. A knife in the heart gently.

The world was as young as them at that time

The story of the young ladies is so loving~

After reading it, I also remembered a lot of things from my childhood, as well as my childhood friends... Beautifully written!

So well written! I want to watch it again slowly

After thinking about it, I decided to write down everything I want to say at the bottom of the article ^^ [I suddenly didn't know what to say and I covered my face. . This person is seriously unable to express himself] In short, I feel that adults' writing has a leisurely and elegant feeling like landscape paintings. Well, the writing is really beautiful, TvT, and all kinds of other things. . A very vivid metaphor [This is really the first time I feel that metaphor can "make the article vivid" as the teachers said]. The accumulation is also very profound. . Are you not a science student? . I feel that my whole body exudes a strong aura of artistic youth otz The most touching one is "Seaside Town Reminiscing the Past". [Of course the others are also beautiful] Personally I think it is the least beautiful one, but this feeling [I really can't express it, what should I do], childhood fairy tales, memories, calm narratives, lost time, more subtle and almost clean feelings, it's really true. . [I can't express it again, please kill me] Although it was quite sad to see it, I felt [very reluctantly] that this is it, this is how it should be. I ran to buy The Wind in the Willows. Now that I look at it, it feels full of ambiguity XD. Yes, although Sir, you are a serious and realistic person, this article is tragic [please ignore the inappropriate wording]. . Are you interested in writing some HE? . . [Don't tell me that the extras about Mr. Spencer's little theater and Uncle Tingjia are HE, I will cry] All in all, it's really well written~~I admire it. By the way, why is Jinjiang given a score of 2 [This person is an evil diver & Dianbai], which makes me feel so stingy [Hey So come on, adults!

Happy ing. Finally got the Christmas Memories collection...