Legend of the Great Saint: Beginning testimony-Happy Children’s Day

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The day before yesterday, in the afternoon.

A person walking on a dusty road, the sun is also gray. In the early summer of this small county in the Central Plains, although I have lived here for more than 20 years, there is still nothing to remember, only floating 'S dullness and anxiety, I hate this city, and I hate memories.

But the feeling of walking alone still reminds me of what I remembered. Many years ago, many times, as a child, it seemed that such a person walked like this for a long, long time.

At that time, I would n’t have straight eyes and wandering eyes like now, neither thinking nor recalling the past, my eyes flickered, from telephone poles to wheels, from the sky to the billboards. Unclear and fragmented details and pictures.

Children always lack concentration and focus on everything. This is not a luck, because even pain can't attract my attention for a long time, crying and crying, remembering the half piece of chocolate in my hand, stuffing it into my mouth and crying while eating. Annoyed his father, thinking that this is a very unproductive act.

However, if the child concentrates on pain like an adult, the fragile heart may not bear it!

With this mood walking on the road like this, I can't help but wonder if I haven't grown up yet. Perhaps the memories of these two decades are all an illusion, a bloated Chinese dress worn on the body. If the layer upon layer is peeled off, it is a dirty, stripped little boy with erratic eyes, holding chocolate with little chance Crying while eating.

Hey, I suddenly remembered a certain memories. When I was in the first grade of elementary school, I went to the other end of the county town with a group of friends to pick up bullet shells on a shooting range. When I came back, the guy who rode me on the bike had to let me carry him, but at that time I would not ride a bicycle. I learned to ride a bicycle many years later, and I learned it for a week.

After some disputes, everyone felt unbalanced and unwilling to carry me. I put my lips out of the situation and finally said that I would go by myself, and then the **** went back by bike.

So I was facing the sun, with a vague feeling, traveling through a strange city-it was still huge at that time-after walking for more than three hours, it was already dark when I arrived home, and only a bullet was harvested Shell, but I do n’t feel any sadness, and even take it for granted, I have to walk because I ca n’t ride a bike!

Actually think about it. At that time, I said a little soft words, or simply squandered, pulling the bicycle seat to prevent them from going, you can come back by car!

In many things in the future, it seems that there are similar and better choices, but in the end, I just walked away with my lips pressed. I really did n’t learn smart!

Ah, I unknowingly pulled so much, it was like sharing my beautiful childhood memories with everyone, and responded to the scene of Children's Day.

Yes, this is a testimonial.

I wish you all a happy Children ’s Day and do n’t forget to vote. Of course, it is only natural not to vote. Those who update slowly should have no monthly pass! r1152