Sealing roll years, already weak like autumn. The memory of the water is shallow, radiant with total recall, with sweet, with warm, through timesong, count mingled with the sound growth of petals, and after several "sweet. Those engraved pictures of what is memory now look like? She tried to piece together a mind that never care about memory pieces, so, touched the the wheel of time looking for that carrying the memory of the photos......
A car rushing, through the open room during. All told, the mother finally left. The thick scarf wrapped the girl was in his room wandering, see if there is something missing, "no, nothing omissions, no," the girl whispers. She stood there, decided not to go back to the little drops of spent here. But against the wall on the desk and a thick photo album lay quietly on the desk lamp, cover very delicate, quite a classic lasting appeal. She gently turn over photo album: some should was a long time ago, a little bit more to fade, and even some already tiny yellow, neatly. It records of long and short twenty years every bit of life, she determined to always remember all the important people in this small photo albums.
She slowly take out the first photo, this is a some yellow but still legible photographs. Wipe gently, paving on the desk, with hand next to the desk lamp open, carefully check.
First is her grandmother: and she the deepest love and the deepest affected her. Because my parents when she was small I go out looking for a job, had followed her grow up. Behind the pictures is also writing a line of words: childhood. Primary school the most important person.
3 years old, she went to kindergarten, small strong figure, let a person see the heart will and joy and some very sad. Leave all the day, after school, see the figure of grandma, happy to galloped away, fall on the grandmother bosom, with childish said: "grandma, I miss you." At that moment, she feel like grandma take the whole world embrace in her arms. 7 years old, she was in primary school, finally come into our school, her life since then opened a new chapter. But never thought, this is the first step to leave her closest relative. From the first day and relatives to later used to separate, gradually, she found that the school life is more like life.
She gently temporarily closed with the memory that grandma.
Then, she again carefully take the second photo-mom. Rapid and the automobile let she immersed in a mother at the door of hope situation.
13 years old, her junior high school, school far from your home, start to school lodging, a week can only go back again. Mother always will be standing in the doorway, eyes other students from the door pass by, looking forward to the familiar figure appeared, a lot of time, mother disappointment. Later, go home of the less time, and she was afraid she is more afraid, afraid of time will the mother on her the most beautiful heart sounds are cruel to erase. In her mind, the mother is a typical housewife, and no guorenzhichu. However, from her mother, but learned many things, if women born duty is to visit his godfather father in words, she convinced her mother do very well, because in addition to her love or love, although her naughty time occasionally "play" her, but it is "hit me in the body, pain in the niang heart", mother always think the best for her.
Looking at, the eye socket has gradually wet her, some shaking hand picked up two other photo.
Crowded inside of the train, a slightly old but still spirit of the old man, that is her grandpa. 16 years old, she began in high school. Sunday must normal back to school, she caught a cold, even if grandpa had to call teacher in charge asked for a leave, but she still insists on going back to school, because worried that grandpa was determined to send her back to school. At this time of her, see in the eye, is moved in the heart, not out of bitterness, because there are too many don't have the heart to. Things have been in the past for so long, but the scenes are still clear.
Another photo appeared on the back of a man again-father. The rain, trickling rain, his thoughts returned to the rain of the summer.
19 years old, she leave high school is about to begin her university. Father from outside the special home to send her to school, the flow of all handled the matter, she was doing everything after he left school. Lonely figure, with sadness, and at this time, she couldn't stand anymore, don't know is the rain of the line of sight of blurred her or touched of tears. Photos of the word is behind in black pen of writing, and now she has been unable to see, because her eyes all fuzzy. Here is a record of bold letters with clearly: turning | moved. Behind the brackets write "university start," is enough to show all!
She picked up a couple of pictures that small, took a look, kissed, carefully will they paving, will they put in the most conspicuous place of the wallet. Write down them, and will never forget, everything in her mind, this is is one of the best method. In the few minutes she spent her again over the past two years.
To past things, her face no sorrow, instead, she dumped dumped her long hair, raise head, a happy smile. She has had a taste of life life has to give people the biggest happiness.
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