When I was in high school, I wrote about those days, the days when there was no way to go back.
I asked my classmates about the class cards at the entrance of the elementary school, the spicy sticks in the grocery store, and the confetti after the lottery were all over the floor... Some people got excited when talking about this, and recounted with red eyes how many times they made a bet with others and ate five packs of spicy sticks; People shook the endless mock test papers in their hands, sighing that they can't go back, they can't go back; some people rubbed the back of their heads and thought about it, and finally smacked their lips and said faintly, "The orange soda that costs 50 cents a bottle in summer is particularly delicious."
Maybe it's because times are changing so fast. I can't remember when I liked Tree of Wisdom, when I never used Magic Pen Correction Stickers, and when I started playing Locke Kingdom. Even the fireworks set off during the holidays have gradually turned into some vague night scenes in my mind, occasionally lit up.
Maybe it's because I'm older and stubborn about some things. I try to write down some things that are about to disappear, and then bury them here. When I experience life, real life, I will still have time to breathe.
Purpose: to record those passing days