I went back to school today and walked around, but not much has changed. The playground was still the same playground. He agreed but did not accompany me to run the 800-meter playground. The basketball court is also the same as when I used to watch him play upstairs. The kiosk at the door has not changed, and there is still my favorite Zhizhiba. He has bought candies for me so many times. Will he remember that I like lychee flavor? The pear blossoms on this tree have never bloomed when I was in school. If they bloom, this pear blossom tree is so tall. If I ask him to pick one for me, will he pick it carefully?
The street was unexpectedly preserved as it was, so when I passed by this door, I still felt emotional. He would never know how many times I had looked into this door. Forget it, I am still more familiar with his back than his eyes.
Purpose: I would like to write this article to commemorate my dream-like, absurd but vivid youth.