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It was an accidental encounter, but I began to think about those years when I was young and frivolous, and those innocent days, those days that only the long white clouds carrying dreams gently rub over the head and flaunt, as well as those faint silent afternoon dusk. At those times, time always passed by quietly without leaving any trace. At those times, every second seemed to be fixed at that moment of laughter, every point stays in the concentration of leaning down. Looking at those old but still fresh photos, I laughed a bit, and the warmth had already filled the fleeting time of memory unconsciously. They are all a group of impulsive children. Once this kind of missing is aroused, it is hard to calm down without a glance. I didn’t know who proposed it first, but I insisted on it. Therefore, I finally had the mood of looking back at this moment. Morning, early eyes, felt some agitation and open music, start waiting for Sun 1.1 point way up to this feeling, strange, just is familiar and unfamiliar kind, like childhood that kind hope years feeling. The house was lively, with the light and shadow of the sun, as well as the laughing and playing among friends. It was like going to a feast, and everyone felt a little inexplicable excited. After packing up the house, watering the flowers and plants and getting ready, the inexplicable excitement in my heart became stronger and stronger, so I set off eagerly. After waiting for a long time, I finally waited for the two double-decker buses that I used to take in those years, and then squeezed up with great efforts. During this period, although I was ashamed of such uncivilized behavior, but at the thought of sitting in the seat that I used to sit in those years and enjoying the scenery quietly, all the guilt was left behind temporarily. It was a pity that they were a little late after all, because they didn’t want to be separated, so they had to sit in the second row together! Close my eyes and let the sunshine shake on my face without scruple, feeling the serenity of these light and shadow beating gently on my eyelids. In this beautiful melody, I suddenly fell into a dream. Stepping into the campus is still those familiar scenes. Although times have changed, it is only lucky that those scenes that stayed in memory did not change at all. Therefore, many uncertain melancholy was saved, the past vicissitudes were slightly removed, like a kind mother. She greeted my uneasy heart with that kind smile in the past. Memories come one after another, and the past is heavy, staying in the shuttle crowd, as if I am not me today, I am still the child of those years, or two years ago, I am busy here. Things are different from people, but in those years, who wrote down my appearance among the shuttling crowd? Today, can I remember those pedestrians who passed me? No matter walking through the crowded canteen, or through the solemn teaching building, whether standing in front of the solemn library, or lingering in the exquisite garden path, those passing years, it seems to be a piece of flower shadow cut by years, which flashes gently from front of my eyes by accident and falls into my gentle heart at this moment by accident. The ripples have not gone far. Suddenly, I found that I was standing here again, standing on this long and long tree-lined path. At this moment, I smiled, looking at the long road, I smiled. It must be that I had too few glance at my previous life. If not, why didn’t I meet a pedestrian who could pass me in this life? The French phoenix tree beside the road was still standing without saying a word, and the light yellow concealed all their panic. Yes, I came again, from your blue yellow to the sky full of fallen leaves, from the morning glow to the sky to the sunset, from the silent sunshine in the afternoon to the rainy poetry, do you still remember that wandering child? But do you still remember her eagerly looking eyes? A crush in those years has changed my smile till now. In such a pure dream, I just want to meet a man like clove, who has the elegance of ink painting and Danqing, have the same sorrow as me. I just want to have such a chance to pass by, just want to meet and pass by with a smile, that’s all! Memories become cocoons, and pieces of clouds are everywhere. Mo Xiaoxiao is rare to have an idiot, who has never been in the world. It was already early in the morning, but I couldn’t sleep. I stood up gently and wrote down these trivial bits and pieces. However, with mixed feelings, a lot of feelings passed away in a flash. There was no source, no place to return, and no place to find. 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