In those years, we were carefree and the jewel in the palm of our parents. Hungry, find your parents; if you are aggrieved, you can spit Xiaojiao to your parents; if you fail, your parents are our little cove sheltering from the storm. We don't have to think about anything. Parents control everything for us. We follow the parents' instructions and thrive step by step.
In those years, our little friends were many. No matter when you go to school or after school, there are always bunches. You push me around, but your face is full of happiness. Do n’t worry if you did n’t bring your pencil, do n’t worry that the homework will not be completed in winter vacation, friends will always think of ways to help you. Remember that night, the night owl chorus we formed together. I was eight years old. We are full of energy and full of vitality. We still don't know what it means to be dark during the day and night. We sing songs to prove who this is.
In those years, we always laughed, as if the world had nothing to do with me. We listened to Jay Chou's "Qilixiang" and imagined that the future would not be as beautiful as in the singing. At that time, we were secretly infatuated with the male student next door. I'm afraid we can't remember who it is now. At the same table, are you okay now? I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know if you will also remember the Huangmao girl who liked to be stubborn. Remember our "iron triangle" combination. At that time, we were best friends. We went to school together, wore the same style of clothes, and bought the same accessories. No matter when we were in class or after class, we would always stick together and vowed to take the same school in the future. We were brave in those years.
In those years, we were painful and happy. We are working together side by side with the same dream, and we have endless exercises and various exams every day. We cried together, talking about our dreams, and inspiring each other. We look up to the same sky, because we have the same dream. In those years, with your company, I was able to understand why some people say that the most precious thing in the world is friendship. In those years, we learned to skip class together because of my unhappiness, a joke of mine, we sneaked out of the school door and came to the square, expressing our emotions recklessly, even though it was finally caught by the teacher relentlessly, but still can not forget.
Those years were great.
"Life is a lonely journey." Remember, that was the last message you wrote for me. Later on, I realized suddenly that life was really a lonely journey, because you gradually lost your companionship.
Time flies, we are no longer ourselves. Some people have already set up their own businesses; some may be on their way; some may have long forgotten their dreams. But the only thing that remains the same is our most innocent memories that always exist deep inside.
Those you have never thought of, maybe in your lifetime, you can meet on a narrow road, please don't be afraid, because you have to know that those are things you never thought of.
Those you have never thought of are still here. Life is indeed a lonely journey, but don't forget, we still have dreams, no matter where you are, don't forget, those years, those things, those people, those youths that have passed away.