beishaomen of memory

Eating river powder, holding a string of strings, humming a song, chatting about business, mood flying, smile like flowers, this moment of beautiful moment, there is no source, no return. At this moment, the memory is decorated into a shallow memory, which is as warm as the midnight stars in the dim light. I haven’t indulged myself in this way for a long time. I sat against my friends and looked at the two pieces full of booty in my hand. The feeling of physical and mental pleasure grew unscrupulously in my bones. Hehe, go to his unsanitary, go to his gutter oil, go to his obesity, go to his diarrhea, go to his unhealthy, go to his everything, go to his happiness at this moment, all of a sudden, I found that I was still the former one. When I was rising, I could forget all the rules and act willingly. A bowl of river powder is a hurried figure five years ago; A string is a broken mood three years ago; Those familiar past, those lonely fleeting years, those faces faded away in the time of drifting away. At this moment, wearing colorful wings, they stepped on one after another, flashing and gathering into the most beautiful Milky Way at this moment! The memory of beizuanmen was the busy back of that year, the sweet and sour taste of daily necessities, the struggle of one person and the joys and sorrows of a group of people. The happiness of that year was nothing but poverty, independent years! In that year, I would count the pocket money carefully and calculate the hot cake in the counter; In that year, I would be like an old lady, lined up in a long line, just waiting for the discounted eggs; In that year, I will be excited to see the cheap vegetables on the roadside; In that year, I will be upset because of the teacher’s words; In that year, I will be like a poet walking on the familiar street corner and suddenly feel inexplicable sadness; In that year, looking up at the sky, seeing the snow, you will always be extremely affectionate; That year, when you set foot on a long road, you will always stay in the autumn wind for a while; That year, all the exhaustion and sorrow, it turned out to be the most beautiful note with the flying leaves; In that year, the childlike innocence, the childlike romance, the childlike innocent hope, in that year, at the moment of life flow, the flowers flew in May, memory is in the dust and sand, which locks all the joys and sorrows. The memory of beizuanmen always lingers on the road of growing up. Standing at the familiar Street, through the wind and dust of years, I seemed to see the busy and wandering figure at that time, the figure always passing and walking hurriedly. The girl disappeared, the street corner is still what it used to be! If we go back to the past and stand on the familiar street corner, I think, at this moment, there will be many dreams and longings in our hearts! After many times of going back and forth, the reality has finally sharpened the purity and illusion of dreams. Along the way, time has also shed a slight sadness in the years. This sadness is calm and helpless. I think every child should go through it. If he didn’t care about himself before, how could he get rid of the cocoon in the future? I miss the beisuan Gate, the cheap vegetables on the roadside, the shouting of vendors on the roadside, the bustle of night markets, the special price of people’s happiness, the long journey home and the strange timidity, I miss the enthusiasm of the landlord, the joys and sorrows of you, and the bustle and prosperity of my family! Dear friends, there are different parties in the world. Are you all right? Will you still sing loudly, or have you ever made public arbitrarily? Do you still remember the heroic ambition? Are you still striving for your dream? Do you still remember those promises made when you were young? Young and frivolous, years are like songs. I miss the rock and roll that I have never learned but also echoed in my world when I heard this movement you played! How many reasons are there for nostalgia in the north gate? In those beautiful years, I saw the fragrance when I saw you!

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