This passage, write On the birthday card that the little lady gave me, the birthday gift was the movie CD of "My Neighbor Totoro".
At that time, I was 16 years old. Don't know how to love. Do not understand her sorrow.
The little ladies at the time often laughed at me as a young child, so childish in mind. She also said that I was a simple guy with a low EQ but surprisingly rich, which pleased her. It's strange that in my bad memory, I remember her skinny appearance, her head trembled slightly when she laughed, and her hair curled up behind her head. She often appeared around me happily, calling my name affectionately, and when she smiled at me, the eyes behind her glasses would bend and look very kind.
Later, the little lady told me that I had been with her for a quarter of a year. She said that some people had not stayed with her for a quarter of their lives, so she said how lucky I was. .
But soon after I finished speaking, my luck expired. I failed to accompany her for another quarter of a year.
And she just left a "My Neighbor Totoro" for me.
I always think of her lately, so I look for "My Neighbor Totoro" again.
The countryside slowly flowing on the screen, the light-colored world, the world of Xiaoyue and Xiaomei, the world of Xiaoyue, Xiaomei and Dodoro.
The sunshine in the country is always bright. The dusty attic trembled at the screams of Xiaoyue and Xiaomei. Those "black guys" rushed past Xiaomei's chubby feet in groups, dyeing her white feet black. However, Xiaomei was not afraid. She just grabbed one of them curiously, mischievously and excitedly, and then rushed down the stairs excitedly, looking for her sister all over the room, wanting to share it with her.
Seeing Xiaomei's face reddened from excitement was really joyful, and I couldn't help but like it.
She is stubborn, she is sensible, she is brave, she is innocent, and she is happy. She played happily on the grass in the country, full of curiosity. She found Dodoro, she happily lay on its soft and elastic belly, opened her eyes wide, stared at the behemoth under her eyes, and learned its cry. Following her restless body, the red skirt kept wiggling, reckless and innocent.
Attached to mom, dad and sister, but did not cause them trouble. Only because I was worried about my mother and cared about my mother, I got lost on the way to the hospital where my mother was staying.
However, the magical Dodoro loves this brave little girl, and it will not let her be harmed or run into danger.
For this reason, I suddenly thought of those people who once said that I was a child and that I needed to be protected.
They had such a warm temperature in my life, but it was very short-lived. So, when I remembered the tenderness and caring again, the mood of a little lady who didn't understand when I was 16 years old, I now understand it.
I took it with me to the school notebook and pressed a piece of ginkgo leaf that the little lady gave me back then.
The leaves are the golden yellow of rice, and the lines are very clear. There are words on the leaves that I forced her to write. After so many years, the blue handwriting of the ballpoint pen has been embedded in the veins and integrated with the ginkgo. But unfortunately, I accidentally damaged it, and I skimmed the crisp leaves into small pieces. Now when I opened the book, I only saw the incomplete piece of ginkgo stuck with transparent tape.
Yeah, why keep it? Why should we cherish the things that are no longer complete and can no longer be restored? It also includes those letters, those notes, those short messages, those paper towels and cigarette cases that have been written on.
I think I must use them to constantly remind myself that I have had it, and that it has been so complete, so thorough, and so beautiful. Only in this way can I grab so little warmth and comfort in the reality that is no longer there. And tell yourself that you have been taken care of by others and cherished for a while.
Oh, these words really shouldn't be said. Speaking out, my mood became tragic.
Just ask you to call me like this again:
far away, Han Wawa.
Yep.
"Love is the most beautiful possession." I already understand.
Dear little lady.
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