The Hand That Lifts the Schoolbag

In life, those wonderful encounters are like beautiful flowers that bloom forever in memory. It is better to miss each other than to meet each other. The person in his memory stopped at the year when he was nine years old. When I was a child, I still remember that the boy at my desk made a round piece of paper full of black ink and stuck it on his mouth (very much like the beard grown in Japan) to tease me. I burst out laughing and was picked up by the teacher on the spot and made to stand at the door of the classroom. At that time, I didn't have any sense of loyalty. The teacher asked me why I was laughing, and I told the truth without much hesitation. I haven't seen my childhood friend for many years. I believe he will still be a kind and smart person when he grows up. I wonder if I have left the impression of an unloyal little girl in his memory. After we were separated as children, we never had the chance to see each other again, but we would always hear news about him. He passed the postgraduate entrance examination, stayed in another place to work, had a wife, and had children. People like him must be happy. How are you

Such a short essay, it left me confused

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Beautiful memories It's better not to see if you want to see

I actually love this one more than Fenmo Jie!

I almost don't remember my childhood

It's as if we haven't seen each other yet, that's my consistent thought

The haziness of childhood will not be forgotten by us precisely because there are one or several shadows like this. Compared with blankness, it is worse than regret, because there is still warmth to recall, and regret will guide our future life.

The fate between people is different.

When we were young, we all had a dream and a person in our hearts.