I am not too romantic, but today I suddenly fell into the tunnel of time, trying to recall and expect the most romantic thing I can think of. When I was 5 years old, my playmate Xiao Pang dragged me to the washbasin in the hospital center and said, "Sister, I want to send you a big moon". The moon is reflected in the basin and looks like a bright yellow moon cake. 10 years old: Xiao Pang helped me get the windmill back after wrestling with a group of dead boys covered in mud. The windmill doesn't turn, but I smile through tears. 15 years old: At the corner of the street, Xiao Pang came by bike. He also gave me a set of chemistry exercises, and when I opened it, there was a small piece of paper in the middle. Before .................................................................................................................... got on the bus, we held hands. It was the first time that we held hands since we were five years old. In fact, we shook hands, but we blushed ... 20 years old: Xiao Pang came back from the summer vacation and sat on the steps of the seaside levee. We listened to the sound of the waves ... and our hearts beat all night. 25 years old: At the end of the long lane, I watched Xiao Pang walk side by side with an innocent girl ... I turned around ... In the depths of spring, the fallen flower was independent. 30 years old: On Valentine's Day in the fifth year of marriage, I received roses from my husband, as well as vegetables and live fish he brought home from work. 35-year-old: On my wedding day of ten years, I decided to leave this trivial and dull home. Holding the box and opening the car door, the man came panting, held my hand and said in a dumb voice, "There is one more thing I forgot. Put me in the box. " Maybe at that moment, all decisions will become gentle obstacles. 45-year-old: I accompanied my son to the mall to choose a dance machine on weekends. Lu Yu asked, "Is this your sister?" You look like ... "My son smiled and patted me on the shoulder proudly. 55-year-old: On my birthday night, I finally received a phone call and a blessing that I didn't receive when I was young. I've been waiting for this call in my heart for thirty years. 65 years old: I am sitting in a chair on the balcony. Mr. Wang squinted his presbyopia, wore transparent gloves, dipped his hair dye cream with a small brush, and carefully dyed my white hair one by one. At this time, in the summer dusk, the twilight is still full. ............................................................................................................................................................... is 80 years old: On a snowy day, he and I sat in front of the heater and listened to the storytelling broadcast. The boiling water on the stove was steaming, and scones smelled everywhere ... In the warm air, we staggered and took a nap in the rocking chair. Half asleep, he habitually took my hand and put it in his warm coat pocket, just like every winter when we were young.