Warm Rainy Season

I still remember that when we were young, we caught fish and played in the clear flowing river together, picked rice ears and wheat ears together in the harvested rice fields, looked for wild fruits in the fields together, looked for ground vegetables among the grass, carried vegetable baskets to cut pigweed together, picked fruits on the roadside together on the way to and from school, skated on the river in winter, dragged classmates to our homes to eat, watched beggars together, played games together, and read comic books together. . . . . Do you still remember that cute big yellow dog that accompanied me when I grew up? We call it "Big Yellow", and it is like a loyal guard, taking us to the school gate and turning back on its own every day. When we get out of school, it is waiting in front of the big wooden bridge at the end of the village. When we go to the fields to work or something, it squats quietly or lies on the field ridge. When the work is done, it jumps and wags its tail and follows us home. If someone wants to bully me, it will bark loudly at the other person and even attack. What story will we have when we enter the campus of youth many years later?