Secret in a small wooden box

At that time, my cousin's family still lived in an old house, with a lane-style house, a living room downstairs, and a bedroom upstairs. Now I think it is a quite comfortable house. One night, when my aunt and uncle went out, my cousin went into his parents' room in the dark, found the small wooden box that he had been curious about for a long time, blew off a thin layer of dust on the surface, and opened it in horror. The small wooden box is divided into two compartments, one is all the honors of the parents, the certificate, the red book, the only-child certificate, and the other is the certificate of oneself. It's like a red song, singing the main melody. But more than ten years ago, this elementary school student composition was a model for countless people.
On a sunny day, Ma Xiaojun also walked into his parents' "restricted area" and found condoms from books. This taboo thing became a balloon for teenagers. Later, he didn't know what wrong he made.
This time, it was the pigeons who were to blame. I wanted to see a rainbow, but the white pigeons and the breeze blew away the book, the yellowed letterhead, the bright-eyed boy in the window, and the past was in the progress of the camera. Talk about it.
Youth is the same color as the wet mountains and forests, as moving as raindrops parked on the forehead, the years are delicate and easy to comb, everything is justified or not with a hint of fireworks.
My cousin went to the United States, and the young couple led a pair of children and became the pride of the family once again. When they came back to visit relatives and talked about Beilei Xiaowen, a wrinkle flashed in the corner of her eyes. Before she could think about it, she was entangled by her son and daughter who could not speak Mandarin very well. ;
Ma Xiaojun grew up, together with Xia Yu, who had become one with him, married and had children. The compound where the teenagers run and play is gone, replaced by a group of grown-up people who are sitting in Chevrolet cars and wandering around Beijing.
Fortunately, the unfinished results of the previous generation will be continued by the next generation. The small bridge under the moonlight, and the trousers rolled up to catch the fireflies. The coincidence can be well known, and the sigh cannot be changed. The years are compassionate, the genes are tenacious, and the secrets in the small wooden box have a reason to be passed down.

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