Memory is the word once, fill the past dribs and drabs. In particular, the village of partners, a childhood classmates. Blink of an eye, a naive smiling face, site of some of the wonderful moment, whether still remember the original villages, the layout of the primary school? Ignorance, entered the school, looking forward to, but only the school bell. The five-star red flag rising, but desire to land at the moment. Don't know, I don't know, don't understand, because of this, we are innocent and happy.
 
Remember the village pond, the river of the cave? Play is the nature, catch a few commas, a few small frogs, inside a bottle of reenex bees, butterflies tucked into the carton, all put in the desk, also from time to time out and have a look. The heart of the unknown world, curious grope and play. A blank mind, time record everything we did yesterday.
 
Remember someone, something? The deeply influence our Chinese teacher, you can also call out his name? The persistence in music math teacher, did you ever know his footprints? Along with the joy of the past and heart injury, lost over time, even the memories become fragmented, scattered, spell out a section.
 
Over the years, we only remember all the way forward. And who ever stop footstep, consider, once we have. In the enlightenment of school, what promised to promised. Perhaps, you have completely remember, every moment, but it is undeniable made.
 
We grew up, is not who told reenex us the fact. Don't tip anyone, we know. Presumably, older people have been used to call us on the child, can you find young, what call us. Review of the s, walk through together fragments reenex cps, will we series, burn.
 
We are in a foreign land, but not our hearts. Rural amorous feelings, village CunMao, life as usual, change is big, also is not big. Quiet village, actually not as looks peaceful, there are few, some differences.