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A composition recalling primary school life with beads of beads
A string of beads, 24 warm and smooth beads, quietly tied to a metal wire, shook and made a crisp crash. This is a gift for Meng. According to Mu Xi, this was asked by her mother from Mazu Tempel. Mu treasured it for a while and handed it to Meng with affection.

Meng habitually raised his wrist. Pearlescent light has a confusing beauty in the sun. A thin layer of water mist rose in front of Meng's eyes. Meng threw the tears away before they could drip. After a beautiful arc, the bead chain has disappeared under the old banyan tree. ...

Muxi and Bud grew up in the same land, the same country and even under the same banyan tree. Meng still remembers that in the evening, two children were holding bowls and chopsticks under the banyan tree, enjoying the cool and eating together, weaving colorful dreams belonging to them. Children's world is very simple, and the sunset is just a red balloon in their eyes. The two children often discuss who is flying the balloon every day and why the balloon is so round, so everyone from the villagers to the celebrities on TV is suspected by the two girls. In the end, they returned to the original point. Who is flying balloons? ……

When they grow up, they will never argue about this naive question in the eyes of adults, because the accumulation of knowledge enriches their knowledge and deprives them of the right to enjoy innocent happiness.

Recalling the happy years we passed together, Meng's mouth could not help but float a naive smile. When the corners of the mouth rose, I met a face covered with tears, and I felt stiff. The mouth has changed back to its original state, and Meng hates this feeling of forcing a smile.

When Meng was three years old, her mother died. Meng is lucky. She is too young to know what blood relationship is. It was sad, but it was the kindest ending for her. After her mother left, she still played happily, laughed happily and lived happily. Ordinary days also need some episodes to embellish. ...

"Meng, my mother asked me for a bracelet, which can bless me. It looks good. " The two children looked at the chain in muxi's hand with fascination. In the sun, the beads reflected a glittering and translucent luster.

"Well, it's really nice."

"Why didn't your mother ask you for a bracelet?" Mu looked at Meng, completely forgetting that her mother had warned her not to mention anything about "Mom" in front of Meng.

"My mother ... my mother ... she ..." Meng was embarrassed. Where's mom? How could you forget to ask dad?

Muxi suddenly remembered her mother's words, and she felt very guilty.

"I know, your mother has gone far, right?"

"Well, I know muxi is the smartest!"

Mu thought that Meng's mother died, and Meng was really poor. I gave her the bracelet my mother gave me, and she had a mother!

Young children can't tell your mother from my mother in their hearts. It's all mom anyway. As long as I am generous, I don't care how many children my mother has.

Two children learn to look like on TV, and both kneel in front of the banyan tree and say together:

"For God's sake"

"The banyan tree is on the top"

"Wrong, the TV says that God is in heaven." Mu Xi said.

"But the banyan tree is our favorite place."

"... for example, the banyan tree is on the floor. "MuXi just a thought.

"The banyan tree is in the sky. Today, I married Mengyi in Jin Lan. I don't want to be born on the same day in the same year, I want to die on the same day in the same year. "

"The banyan tree is in the sky. Today, I married Muxiyi in Jin Lan. I don't want to be born on the same day in the same year, I want to die on the same day in the same year. "

In retrospect, Meng discovered how heavy this commitment to banyan was. Banyan trees are old, they grow up, and their commitment is getting weaker and weaker. I remember how pious I was when I took muxi's bracelet, and I remember my happiness when I took off my beautiful headdress and gave it to muxi. Meng wanted to laugh, but she gave up. A stiff smile is indescribable.

Time flies like an hourglass, Meng He grows up quietly, and their hearts are getting farther and farther away. Both of them knew the change of relationship, but neither of them spoke his mind, letting it drift farther and farther like a kite with a broken line, and never contacted again.

Walking on the road, I found that she had not walked with Meng for a long time.

What happened between them? In fact, not only is my heart full of doubts, but even Meng often suffers from insomnia for this problem. The two men came up with many reasons. Unlike when I was a child, although they thought the same thing, the result was quite different. Perhaps, the tacit understanding between the two people has already disappeared in the intimate relationship. Very helpless, but both of them can only accept it. Probably the tacit understanding is limited. In the past days, they squandered a lot of intimate words, and finally they could only cherish the lost happy time. In fact, friendship, like so-called love, will become family ties over time. The other person is no longer his sweet partner, but a person who is used to his existence. When he loses it, he finds that he can't live without her.

Meng is very contradictory. She hates this delicate and sensitive relationship, but once she leaves her, she will miss her.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and Meng found himself standing under the banyan tree for two hours. Why is she crying? Forget it, don't doubt it. Girls have Qian Qian Festival in their hearts, perhaps for the bleak autumn wind, perhaps for the old banyan tree they haven't met for a long time, perhaps for the fading friendship. In short, tears flow and my heart is no longer heavy. Meng Meng sat under the banyan tree, flapped his paralyzed legs, and opened his eyes to observe the changes here. Meng sat for a while and got up to look for the beaded chain. There is always a faint smile on her face, like autumn sunshine, with a little sadness in tenderness.