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Sometimes I can't help but sigh, how come today's children grow up so quickly, as if it happens in an instant. Think about when I was a child, carrying my schoolbag to and from school, going through wind and rain, watching the sun rise and set every day... So many winters have passed and spring has come, so many long winter and summer vacations with nothing to do. I can't remember how many stories happened with each of my friends, and I can't count how many times I cried and laughed. At that time, I thought I had grown up and that I had been running around this small campus and village all my life. But when I looked back, I was only twelve or thirteen years old.

Volume One: "Weird Prose Essays" Volume 2: "Weird Essays" It's the rainy season again, the crape myrtle flowers are in full bloom, and the raindrops rustle on the leaves. Lu Feng held up a popsicle blankly and stood in the empty train station under the gloomy sky. I finally graduated. The four years that were so long that I thought would never end, turned out to be just a blink of an eye. Whether you like it or hate it, as time goes by, those things that were difficult to live with in the past have finally become the past. The rain is getting heavier and it looks like it won't stop. He suddenly remembered a rainy morning. The weather was already very cold. He was queuing up to buy breakfast in the cafeteria with his books in his arms. He was walking very fast along the way and was going to be late again. This difficult teacher would definitely call his name. It was over, it was over... But when he opened the door, he was suddenly stunned. The classroom was empty, only the curtains were swinging gently. He finally realized that today was the weekend, no wonder there were no people along the way. He breathed a sigh of relief, took the steaming buns, and found a seat to sit down casually. At that time, he looked out the window. The sky was also gloomy. The leaves of the sycamore trees were slowly falling in the breeze. Behind the fallen leaves, there was the same yellowing as the old photo, which will always remain deep in his memory, the bleak autumn...