a memo

Chapter 82

I am the big brother mentioned in the book, and I have a very close relationship with the author. After all, we have known each other since we were born, and we have been with each other all the time. Almost 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

When we were young, one of us was in the hometown of the countryside and the other was in Shanghai. We only had the opportunity to meet each other during winter and summer vacations. In my memory, I spent almost every year with her, even in the years when I was in high school. Because we are so close, we are not used to celebrating the New Year together.

She is a person with a funny temperament, sometimes as soon as she speaks, I want to laugh, especially when she switches between Mandarin and her hometown dialect, she is really talented as a comedian.

She also has a very low point of laughter, as long as others laugh, she will laugh, and she can't stop laughing. When we were young, we always played 123 wooden figures and she always lost.

She is very stinky, every time she went to her house when she was a child, she would put her babies neatly on the head of the bed in advance and introduce them to me one by one. She is also very good at playing. I have to say that we two Being together is a little socially obsessive. I often run wildly on the road because I am looking for the toilet, and I will be stared at by others laughing on the road because of the high-speed continuous shooting photos. I will be targeted because of the strange behavior of taking photos... …

You may think that the relationship between me and the author is very good, and it is indeed the case, but our friendship is often only worth 9 yuan, and we will fight for a long time over who will pay for a bowl of hot and sour noodles at 9 yuan, and will fight over a biscuit. I don't quite remember the other party's birthday, and I often just find something and throw it away, and the following dialogue appears.

"Here, a birthday present."

"Taobao 9 yuan 9 free shipping again?"

"how do you know?"

"..."

Maybe this is plastic sisterhood.

Regarding the book "A Memo", I think it's pretty good. I like the author's sentence that I wrote this book in the hope that I can empathize with myself at the age of 18. After all, life experiences as time goes by Our memory will be blurred, and our cognition will also change. When we look back at the past, we may not understand ourselves back then.

For those who have come along the way, it is very meaningful to record what happened, after all, they are only 18 years old once in their lives.

I also wanted to write something to record my high school or junior high school in the past, but in the end it was nothing.

As mentioned in the book, I went to a very good high school, a high school that didn't match my own strength. After three years of walking down the road, I still remember waking up every day when I first went to high school. My first thought was not to go to school anymore, and then I would often have emotional breakdowns because of an exam, because of some words from the teacher, and because of many small things...

But later it seemed that I really got used to it, and slowly adapted to it, and walked slowly for three years.In fact, looking back now, there are many happy times in high school, for example, every night after self-study and class, while listening to good friends singing, watching the back of the boy you like coming out of a certain corner; Evening party; the third year of high school hiked together and supported each other and walked 27 kilometers; a group trip to Xidi for research; the sunset outside the window in the evening...

During those years, the smell of toilet water and coffee was mixed. Everyone fought for a direction and goal, and talked about dreams and the future. Everyone has unlimited possibilities to do what they like and become the person they want to be.

I like Maupassant's sentence very much, "Life can't be as good as you imagine, but it won't be as bad as you imagined. I think people's fragility and strength are beyond my imagination. Sometimes, I may I was so fragile that I burst into tears with a single sentence, and sometimes I found myself gritting my teeth and walking a lot."

When you look back on the past, think about the big things that happened in the past, and realize that you have already made it through... It doesn't seem too difficult, right?

Life has never been smooth sailing. Bitterness is more valuable than sweetness. There is only one kind of heroism in the world—that is, to still love life after recognizing the truth of life.

So come on!
(End of this chapter)