There is a story in the wind. You who cannot be blown away and who protect you have always accompanied me through that spring breeze and have accompanied me down the road. I dare not lose you, but you are by my side, but it seems that you are not by my side anymore. I can never go back, many things have changed, but I can always think of that distant day, when we first met, the first-grade baby looked at me angrily: "Let's make friends!" The second-grade baby was full of anger, and in a blink of an eye, he ran over happily, grabbed my hand and went to the art exhibition together. My third-grade baby invited me to visit his birthday party in various loess mountain villages. My baby even lost his kettle on the road. I held his hand and called him a fool. The fourth grade kid, who was isolated by us, mumbled, "I just want to be with you." The kid in junior high school let me go, and we agreed to go eat hot pot together, but disappeared in the blink of an eye. In three years, all the hot pot stalls have disappeared, but this kid still hasn't come to the appointment. Shaking and shaking, high school is just a birthday gift box sent, and it's another three years...
"Hey! Do you remember me?"
"This time, I hold your hand, but it will last forever."
Concept: A story from birth to adulthood, with a love