If there is a person who knows that you are stupid and is willing to spare no effort to support you and be stupid with you, then he must be your close relative or childhood friend.
When I was a teenager, I had a few friends, and we used to be silly and do some childish things.
It was very cold during the winter vacation that year, and the fields in my hometown were already dry. I suddenly wanted to dig loach in the fields. They did not hesitate to cooperate with me and stole the hoe from home.
Although we didn't dig up anything that day and got dirt all over our face, we laughed like a bunch of lunatics.
In the winter field, we set a fire, burned some bellflowers, and stole a few sweet potatoes from our neighbors. The flames were very restless under the agitation of the cold wind, just like us at this moment.
The sweet potatoes were scorched, fragrant and smoking, and a strong fragrance wafted in the cold air for a long time and could not be dissipated. It was the taste of childhood.
I remember one autumn, we found a bird's nest in the top of a tree, and I was curious to climb up and have a look. The height of the big tree didn't break my obsession with exploring at all. They moved the ladder from the neighbor's house to help me while trembling, and yelled at me to pay attention to safety.
Although there is nothing in the bird's nest, but how many teenagers' curiosity is hidden in it, we finally found an answer - there are no birds in the bird's nest in autumn.
Today we are all grown up and play different roles in order to live. Some become someone else's husband, some become someone else's father, some have a car and a house, and some are running on the road of their dreams... We each have a different life, but we don't have our childhood self.
We, who once said that we would never be separated, gradually went our separate ways and disappeared into the distance, and we never saw each other again. I don’t know, in the fast-paced life, will they be the same as me. When they are tired, they will stop their panicked steps and look back at the way they came. I don’t know if they will not meet their expectations. Remember me, remember the happiest time we ever had?
I hope that one day, when we are all old and return to the hometown where we were born and raised from our respective distances, we can still get together, hunched over our backs, with our hands behind our backs, walking on the ridge, and then take a look at that piece of land. Fields that are still dry in the cold winter. Let's take a look again, the forest where the birds are still singing in the autumn. Even with a handful of old bones, he dares to climb the hills of his hometown, hoarse his throat towards the valley... Say hello to the rest of your life, and say goodbye to the past.
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