'The two clouds rushed to meet each other as quickly as possible, the sky began to cry, and then the two clouds separated and drifted elsewhere. I only know that the still-dry puddles in the ground are traces of their visit, but I don't know how long it will take for them to see each other again. ' This is a passage that Fang Zhiyu wrote in his diary long after summer passed. The pen tip stayed on the paper for a long time, and the ink smeared on the paper. He continued to write: Jiajia, today is the beginning of winter. There are your plush gloves in the cabinet and the new coat I bought for you. That year, I only promised to buy you clothes in the future, but I didn't know it took so long to do it. In fact, this is a passage in your essay. Among the excellent essays published in high school, this is the only one of yours that is still brand new and placed in my cabinet. Chi Jia, every word I write is in memory of you. What time has stolen is not you, but the boyhood that we cannot go back to.
Purpose: I would like to write this article to commemorate that heart-pounding youth period
