Adapted from a girl's three years of youth:
A long time ago, someone said that I really can remember small things for a long time. Thinking about this, I always want to write something, hoping that these beautiful little things can stay in my heart forever. I was always reluctant to write before, but now I no longer dare to procrastinate. I quickly picked up the pen that fell under the table, shook the refill, picked up an old notebook and started writing wildly.
Here I will talk about the people I "met" along the way. They may have met me by chance, or they may have blood ties with me. There may have been quarrels and disagreements, but now when I look back and think about the time we spent together, I feel deeply moved - they warmed my heart with their gentleness, tolerance, or a casual joke, and taught me how to grow as a person.
Each stroke, every word comes from the depths of my heart. Why don't you need to formulate ideas and write down every sentence? Just because these people do exist and have interacted with me to some extent - there is no need to create a new character.
If it was a startling glimpse at the beginning, it was in my heart in a hurry. Jiu is a blessing in this life and will never be forgotten.
(The order before and after is only related to the time sequence of recognition)
Note: Since it is about the past, it must involve some of the childishness and willfulness of the past, or the little girls' little emotions and thoughts. In fact, the purpose is just to record such a growth process. So there must be many unsatisfactory descriptions. Please forgive me.
Purpose: Recalling some people and events in the three years of middle school
