Legend of the Great Saint

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The day before yesterday, afternoon.

A person walks on a dusty road, and the sun is gray. In the early summer of this small county town, although I have lived here for more than 20 years, there is still nothing worth remembering, only the floating dullness Anxious, I hate the city and hate memories.

But the feeling of walking alone is still something that I have clearly remembered. Many years ago, many times, I was a child. It seems that such a person walked like this and walked for a long time.

At that time, I wouldn’t be straightforward and sacred like the present, neither thinking about the novel nor remembering the past, my eyes drifting, from the pole to the wheel, from the sky to the billboard, all the meanings are unknown. Fragmented details and pictures.

Children always lack concentration and everything. This is not a lucky thing, because even the pain can not attract my attention for a long time, crying and crying, remembering half of the chocolate in his hand, stuffed into his mouth and ate and cried. It made his father angry and thought that this was a very unpromising act.

However, if the child is focused on pain like an adult, the fragile heart is afraid to bear it!

With such a feeling of walking on the road, I can’t help but wonder if I haven’t grown up yet. Perhaps these twenty years of memory are some kind of illusion, wearing a bloated suit on the body. If it is peeled off layer by layer, there is a dirty, red-striped boy inside, his eyes are erratic, and he is very unrelenting. Cried while eating chocolate.

Hey, suddenly remembered a certain piece of real memories. When I was in the first grade of elementary school, I went to the other side of the county with a group of friends, and I was on a shooting range. When I came back, the guy who was riding me 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 licked my lips and stayed out of my way. Finally I said that I left, and then the **** went back by bike.

So I walked against the sun, with a vague feeling, through a strange city - it was still very huge at that time - after more than three hours, when it was home, it was already dark, and only a bullet shell was harvested, but I don't feel any sadness. I even take it for granted that I don't have to ride a bicycle and have to walk!

In fact, think about it, at the time, say a little soft words, or simply sprinkle, pull the bicycle seat and let them go, 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 left my lips with my lips. I really didn’t learn to be smart at all!

Ah, I have been so unconsciously, I have shared my wonderful childhood memories with you, and I have taken care of Children’s Day.

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